Thoughts abound....
Approaching slowly in the night
Tis her, in heels
Ankles cuffed and firmly bound
Standing shyly in display
Breasts... full and round
Her slight smile, enigmatic...just right...
Parted lips, his own soon seals
Rustling chains announce each step in couplet
Her image statuesque and bound, no man 'twould forget
Her surrender, his delight...
Her delight, his command....
Until....
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