The pleasure you must take to see me squirm-
bound and blinded in the throes of all that you are
What pleasure you must take in seeing me beg
in witnessing my demise
dance before the fires in your eyes
I will never escape you
even if I wished the will to-
For somewhere deep inside me
where smallish fears reside
a gentle stroke of your touch
calms a soul who wishes to stay
where ever it is you decide
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