Bind thou if thou must my mouth,
Despite the years the loss of youth,
for with my mouth I could cool
your interest quickly should I choose.
But dear to bind my hands
would be a dreadful loss;
rope or silken cord
would thwart the magic
these two hands can do.
Let the binding go,
the sweet trust that might ensue,
instead unloose my wrists.
For duct tape find another use.
Sue Scalf
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