Bondage-a lover's muse
A tinge of purple around her wrist,
His grip, firm and a slight twist.
Dark, she'd been warned was a dangerous place,
His eyes reflected the impending mistake.
A red satin piece of her cloth
He tore, for the blinking lashes to be closed.
The knot was tied, tight,
And her lips parted to let out a sigh.
The knight in shining armour, she'd dreamt,
At his touch, she thought she'd tremble.
But it was little different,
As the clutch on her waist grew stiff,
The tender lips left no kiss,
Dug upon her neck, instead.
All of this was just another ruse
For her to become his muse.
As broken things attract poetry more,
Her body and soul would become a home
To the words caught in his mind,
So they could be free like the wind,
And she'd be chained forever in his heart,
In name of love, strangling her throat.