Entwined

Entwined

Caught up in a web of rope, your in your happy place, secured by your rigger, you've a smile upon your face

No room for struggling, but always room to breath, bound in so many ways, too many to conceive

Hands high above your head, or tight along your side, legs closed together or maybe open wide

Blood rushing to your head, you're hanging tied and bound, you love to be in bondage, dangling off the ground

Rope burns and chaf marks, on your pretty skin, a reminder of the night you had, you stroke them and you grin

You also like it on a bench, you're quite happy on the floor, but now you've tasted hanging, it's your favourite style for sure

But sometimes when you're alone and your rigger can't be found, you often try to tie yourself, you have a play around

Ropes of different colours, you choose one to suit your mood, you love the feeling of rope on your skin, you tie yourself up nude

Each ties a pattern, they are quite a work of art, as intricate as spiders webs, maybe not just when you start

But with a little practice, it may take a fair old time, you will get the hang of it, just keep trying, you'll be fine

So when your favourite riggers busy, or just to far away, you can tie yourself, you'll always get to play

Ron