Complete surrender

Complete surrender

The blindfold covers your eyes
you will grope in the dark
to experience everything even more intensely
and you don’t have to stare
at everything that can’t be done
The shackles restrain your hands

so they can no longer caress
so you surrender
to your own pleasure
within our own conspiracy
in which you greet new boundaries
The shackles restrain your hands

© Mrs Moriah
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