theotherpoems:

At a certain point, 
as you dress for my pleasure,
as I add cuffs to rope, 
leather to links of chain, 
the gag
each, a new layer of helplessness, 
one on the other, 
all built on your submission, 
your consent, 
your surrender…
at a certain point, you realize
how little of you remains
except for my desire. 

Struggle if you will. 
I will enjoy your every writhe and wiggle, 
and the look in your eyes, 
half terror, half joy, 
the desire that comes only from 
the last defense being taken,
in knowing we are both suddenly
more ourselves than anyone could imagine.

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