worship of the bound

you like the blindfolds
and the way the rope holds
deep breaths and muttering
your bound body shuttering
the knots loosened just enough
long and slow now, not rough
your eyes know no light
your mind sees more without your sight
from this magic dark
inside your body grows a spark
one last breath as you scream my name
your spark is now a raging flame
the soul deep tingling from the silky strands
like the snaking grasp of the devils hands
into one, mind and body squeeze
like a storm blending two raging seas