Wrapped Around Your Finger…
Bound. Naughty straps
to hold me down…
hurt me
squeeze me
tease me
please me
Teach me things, your perfect doll.
Flip my world
Upside down.
Pulses racing. Every inch of me
on fire… blazing.
show me
teach me
choke me
slap me
Train my mind just right.
Wet, raining, lust raging…
wrapped around your finger…
so tight.
© bipolarmuse 2012
This is my life through poetry, quotes, and my journal. The intense ride of my ups and downs of life ...and the relentless mood disorders I suffer from.
An intriguing route to explore, but not the sole (soul???) or necessarily the best one.
That’s a comment on the content; as for the writing? No criticism whatsoever.
August 20, 2012 at 11:30 AM
You are right Ben… much more has to be in play for this to come together and be enjoyable in the first place… not to mention it is not the sole (soul) route to explore as you mention. Just a small exploration of life in the grander scheme. I always appreciate your comments and opinion my friend.
August 20, 2012 at 2:57 PM
I have enough trust in you, and in my opinion of me to comment as I do. We inch forward together, I believe. Thank you for your trust, when such trust can be so hard won. I am honoured you name me friend.
August 20, 2012 at 3:46 PM
I certainly do name you friend and I learn from each comment you make.
August 21, 2012 at 6:56 AM
Phew!!
x
August 20, 2012 at 12:34 PM
August 20, 2012 at 1:21 PM
Certainly is Muse
August 20, 2012 at 1:29 PM
August 20, 2012 at 12:46 PM
Eroticism doesn’t often include beauty and naughtiness. Here you have pulled it off admirably. Kudos.
August 20, 2012 at 3:20 PM
Thank you very much. I appreciate your comment very much… I wanted to express the sexual content without being raunchy. I am glad that came across.
August 21, 2012 at 6:34 AM
I thought about writing a sensuous post like this once, but I got tied up.
August 20, 2012 at 6:53 PM
Good one…Mr. Hotspur
August 20, 2012 at 7:38 PM
August 21, 2012 at 1:33 AM
Indeed! ;D
August 21, 2012 at 10:07 AM
He is witty isn’t he?!
August 21, 2012 at 6:59 AM
That is, in fact, what she said.
August 21, 2012 at 8:09 AM
That is, in fact, what she said!!
August 21, 2012 at 2:26 PM
LOL!! Edward, you always know how to make me laugh, I love it. I think this poem is going to be artfully framed with a similar type of picture, but myself in the photo… for the inspiration behind it. I think it will make an interesting conversation piece.
August 21, 2012 at 6:59 AM
Are my comments going to your spam folder?
August 21, 2012 at 5:00 PM
Yes! I don’t know why but I have to fish them out.
August 22, 2012 at 9:28 PM
It’s annoying. I check my spam folder all the time because some other peoples’ posts are getting into mine too.
August 23, 2012 at 1:04 PM
Oh, guess not… anyway, I’ve tried to say, who do you trust enough to tie you up and take a picture… ONLY take a picture? And where will you hang it, because, you know, kids…
August 21, 2012 at 5:01 PM
Brilliant
August 21, 2012 at 1:38 PM
i love that muse. a nice blend of bondage and passion. the “story of O” inspires perhaps:))
August 21, 2012 at 4:55 PM
Oooh la la, Muse!
xox
August 22, 2012 at 11:25 PM
August 23, 2012 at 6:07 AM
Very well written…..loved the way you expressed such naughtiness so eloquently…..
xoxo
Celeste
August 24, 2012 at 5:37 AM
Thank you Celeste. Your opinion means a-lot to me. ♥
August 24, 2012 at 8:56 AM
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