12 September 2014




tied up

no escape

gave up all control

he's wants to suspend me in air

there is a part of me inside that wants to break free

we have a silent communication, the Master and me, I'm his boy not a toy

he binds my legs and arms, wraps rope around my chest and my scrotum, nothing too tight but tight enough to suspend me inches off from the ground

Fibonacci poem
Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince

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