A simple song of freedom

A simple song of freedom

Give me your hands
I’ll chain them together
and carry you away to places
where sight is limited to darkness
and sensation is heightened
to the extreme

Sensations seek their way
across arms, back, and buttocks
Nipples will beg
to be released
from that iron grip of power
and when they are freed
you scream and think
“if only they were still there”…

And the leather of all those straps
leaves welts on your skin
and sings over and over
a simple song of freedom
in my rhythm…

© Mrs Moriah
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