She longs to wear my knots
Locked around her body
She is a picture,
-If I may say-
Blissfully bound
Masterfully meshed,
with intricate weaves,
of weft and warp.
My meticulous masterpiece,
Poised and positioned,
for my pleasure.
Biting rope marks
Feeding my wants
Pleasure points
Driven to distraction
By strategically placed
Knots
Dressed as only
She can be
