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Plastic, weak, never entered my wildest of imaginations
Leather was present in fantasies of all natures
Food was exciting but hunger would prevent the further
Whips sound too, too painful but a close cousin to pleasure
Bondage without physical pain and the torture of mind

Before us the meek restrained beautifully surrendered
Before us the subservient server beauty fully obliging
Before us the silent awaiter respondent to all demands
Before us the pleader with hunger for all ejaculations
Before us the pleased by restriction for all desires of desire

I command the soft golden threads of falling
I command the soft darken silks of flowing
I command the soft auburn wires of roaring
I command the soft brown strands of dropping
I command the soft mouse fibres with my lion’s tail a’swinging

We have executed it from where fantasy would fear to tread
We have contemplated it from where minds fear for damage
We have delivered it from where wants fear from truth
We have removed it from where condemnation restricts consent
We have placed it from where unrestricted worship may reign

Touched, I am by your thought of me
Touched, I am by your thought of you
Touch to see and see to touch
You have not touched until you have been touched
We have touched when we have too touch

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