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Bondage of Grace {w.Crimsin}
In this garden of thorns and weeds
purple orchid, defiant
I have watched you blossom
Commanded by desire, I took you
to enslave you in manacled discipline,
singe a poetry of fire upon your flesh
You will sing the melody of subservience
bespelled by the thunder crack
embraced by iron seduction
Twilight sky, dominion of the tempest
fogbound gardens, obscure –
we need no stars
Nor the lovers moon, chastising –
our light shines
in the perfect dark
Under the hex of your power
I place myself into submission
a dominating force with a strong will
You sternly admonish me
not to break the binds
that tie me to your life giving waters
though I pull at the iron
that bends me to your will
wanting to submit
the fire in your eyes mesmerize
you are the stars and moon
in the darkness you alone shine
bedazzled and charmed by your fierce
yet tender and giving nature
falling into your arms
as you pull me hard into your embrace
bruising me without crushing
my petals opening to you with abandon
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