tyna

Inspired by......


(in a british accent)

with my wrists bound behind my back
my lips my weapon to gesture an accord
your curious nature lures you close
and lip to lip i take your words

scream as you must
and scorn me the same
for you knew better than to trust my mind
the blood on your chin, on your neck, and your shirt
emulate the gard you drop
but a pair of full pink lips are irresistible
and the way they part in name of victory
make you weak and ill

so you suffer and you squirm
and though my wrists are bound
i am more free than either of us thought i could be