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A poem in which I am a bound goddess.
I am soft
Feeling like a goddess
the queen of my domain
In my big green chair
my throne

I am the queen of my domain
comfortable with my wide hips
And heavy breasts
warmth soaking me
Devouring me
pulling me up like a helium balloon

Moscato is draining from my stomach to my veins
and melting from my skin to the ground
Tethers restraining me
like belts around my legs
Like hands gripping my hair
pulling my skull down and back

My skin is lifting
bones sinking
Body separating
a gap forming
A cradle where my soul sits
resting in a soft nirvana

I am the queen of my domain
though I am the one bound
Leather and steel around me
hot on my neck
Supporting me
my soul resting in oblivion
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