Bondage 

He draws on her flesh 

With colours of the candle 

Molten wax to tie her down

And whispers soft 

In a foreign tongue 

Slithering ‘cross her gown 

Her eyes-amazed 

At his pagan sight 

Heave and sigh in parts 

He paints her body 

With wild strokes

Red ribbons and heaving hearts

The candle’s flame flickers to meet 

Her eyes before he blows it out 

The curtains drawn 

Ten candles of lavender 

Three bottles of rum

Imprisoned till the morning sun. 

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