Sinful Shibari

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I am speechless before you - bound within.

My heart is the whip, and my sex the chain.

My body speaks the language of the skin

in this moment of rope that fires the brain.

Black velvet blindfold blankets eyes of blue,

and silk scarves of crimson surround the wrists;

scented candles and incense burning through.

I am set free though the body resists.

Our space is sacred; the silence profound.

A ball gag keeps silent the bliss inside.

The greatest pleasures can never be bound.

The rapture of the soul can never hide. 

In captivity, I find my release.
The mind opens like a flower in spring.
I surrender the will and embrace the peace
as my body is bent like a bowstring.

You heighten my senses in every way.
Your hand is gentle and cruel like the wind.
Leather-licked kisses take my breath away,
and I am drunk on this pleasure-pain blend.

 You have mixed this cocktail for my delight,

and I am falling in a spinning room.

Your tongue slides fire between my thighs of white,

and my desire glistens upon the bloom.

The red braided nylon is split in two,

making a Lark's Head loop aphrodisiac.

Around and under the breast first and through

the Lark's Head loop that is open in back.

You circle the rope round the other way,
above my breasts that are aching from bliss.
Then loop through the center, up and away,
and over the shoulder graced with your kiss.

Then down with a loop through the bottom rope,
and twisting it twice within the center,
you lead it back up over the soft slope
forming a rope bikini tormentor.

I am in bondage, past pleasure and pain.
You are the master and I am the slave.
In this moment of rope that fires the brain,
you are the wind and I am the wave.

You take me to heights I have never known
across the mind's meadow of loops and swerves.
You dance me in shadows of saxophone,
blindfolds and ropes over sensuous curves.

Your fingers play a symphony to please;
and with a long sigh, your spirit is free.
You use the leather whip to lightly tease,
till ripeness exudes from inside of me.

Bending me over, my sunny-side up,

you lightly drag your nails along my back.

Your tongue slides fire into my pussy cup

and then up and over my nether crack.

With a smack on the ass and gentle force,

you penetrate both my body and mind.

A union of trust that cannot divorce,

this is a love of the forever kind.

My flesh is the Temple of Shibari,
and you are the master within my eyes.
When you are sleeping and nights are starry,
the ghost of your touch moves between my thighs.

Poem © 2003 Linda Marie Van Tassell