The Greek Sin (Part 1)

I had hoped to see the setting moon with you I had hoped to see the rising sun with you I had hoped to see the darkened earth with you I had hoped to see the blanket white with you I had hoped to see the carpet red with you I had hoped to see the lightened sky with you I hoped the moon would rise I hoped the sun would set I hoped the earth would lighten I hoped the blanket would unredden I hoped the carpet would whiten I hoped the sky would darken I thought once of a landscape reddened, from nights which elongated my horizons I thought once of redden sheets from nights which broadened my awake I thought once of redden eyes from nights which provided my persistent tears I thought once of redden nose from nights which anticipated my uncontrolled blows I thought once of redden desires from nights which controlled my sadistic play 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 Bound unable to move to connect with the pleasure Bound unable to speak to communicate desires Bound unable to see to exist in fear of darkness unknown Bound unable to reach for touch of soft and warmth Bound unable to hear save fresh filth and hard-core