bind me with your velvet rope,
silken knots and satin lead,
collar me and hold the leash,
watch my struggle as you bend to feed,
upon my helpless body unfolded,
unfeeling on this softness that is your bed,
glad for the bindings so that i may lie, saying i don't want this,
i'd rather be dead,
the bonds allow me my dignity so that i no longer need to fight,
killing societies whispers inciting me to escape,
for as you have trapped me i can now feel free,
and savor this every moment
 
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