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Manacled Lust

wilted flower memories    
manacle my wrists      
floral handcuffs as strong as steel    
breaking these binds    
impossible I'm enmeshed      
in a tantalizing lust    
addicted to a man and his ink    
who comes on strong    
then gently touches my soft spots    
I don't want to be free    
bound groupie    
masochistic I love the pain    
that he delivers    
with his Dominant presence    
arrogant yes though you see    
this makes me wet    
if you chase me i'll turn cold    
I'm strange that way    
tugging on my restraints    
longing to follow after    
taught my place    
in subservience I wait    
in the shadows I sit    
wilted flower handcuffs    
cutting my wrists    
bleeding out my desire    
should it ever be quenched
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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