Kink! Poetry

I was gifted with this over the weekend. It explains so eloquently what I have tried to say so clumsily, so many times.

*Thank you*

Honeysuckle (bonds of love)
by Ian Young

Would you
I wondered
submit
to bonds of love?

You begged:

strung up by the wrists,
nipples sore,
bottom spanked,
eyes bright
cock ready to burst.

It's I who am bound,
slave to your need,
to your trust,

found by you