I sat willingly in a chair.
A chair of fear and indecision.
I sat there because you said you care.
Letting breath a life worth living.
I watched doe eyed as you held the rope.
Fear tainted with desire burned.
Kissing sweet goodbyes to all my hope.
Slowy, I forgot all that I learned.
I allowed you to tie me down,
watching hungerly as you spelled my name.
In your eyes I saw my frown,
From your tongue was my dripping shame.
Briana Knight
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bound-8/
