The Greek Sin (Part 2)

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