The lullaby of ropes around my heart—
I know exactly how this is going to start.
Talking to me low and slow,
You make my body glow.
My spirit spins;
I’m so lost, deep within.

Your touch on my skin leaving a salacious stain,
While your words weave their way through my brain.
You make me understand there’s a fire I need to feel;
You pull me in like a mermaid on a reel.

I lean in to you, my personal bard;
You hold me so tight, so hard.
Like a kiss so perfect, my soul splits.
I’m madly addicted to the lust that drips from your sweat;
You make me so wonderfully wet.

Every scream sings of bliss;
I can’t calm the mist.
Deepest spiral in the fog of fear:
I won’t get to hold you near.
The marks you leave, so raw,
All I can do is beg you not to withdraw.

You cut more than deep
Each time you slowly seep.
You enter my mind, and I won’t close the shore
It is you completely I adore.

The siren fell in love
As the ash drops from above,
Leaving a deep graze.
Oh, to the Lord Almighty, I praise!
Your touch is curing me,
As you set my essence free.

You stitch my future in threads of hope.
Your touch is like heaven; it lights me up and I forget about the rope.
You pull endless pleasure like waves,
And all I do now is long and crave.