Rope burns

Rope burns

Tie me down to the bed make them really tight, no room to struggle, no slack for me to fight

Pull the chord harder, i want to be able to feel the pinch, come on baby pull it harder, you can steal another inch

I love it when my hand goes numb, as I'm losing the ability to feel, i love the feeling of the blood being cut off, its a part of the ropes appeal

Feel the bite of it on my skin, pain and pleasure both combined, the feeling of submission, running through my mind

Totally in the riggers hands, a web of knots and twine, the feeling of losing all control, of all that once was mine

Bindings, craddles, hanging, in their ability you must trust, your body is in their hands, belief in them's a must

Rope burns and tie marks, you carry them through your day, you try your best to hide them, what would the normals say

They dont understand your need, cant get their minds around your kink, it's easier to hard the scars, than to listen to what they think

But when you are in the shower, or alone, you stroke your skin, feeling the sting of the welts, your mind runs off to sin

Your need is such a basic one, you want to be controlled, held down by another, whilst their needs of you unfold

Ron