The Rope

gently pulling it through her velvety soft touch...the cool texture...the delightful ripples.... entwine her confusion within..hypnotized by the powerful, long strand..chaotic, knotted, totally secure....

a prison of ones inhibitions...seeking an escape in this torment..a simple freedom..yearning for the feelings within to let escape.

exploring these feelings...yielding to him.. all in this one long bind...but only one can be free if one is bound...a freedom within a prision of passion, desire... just have to let go... a smile comes to mind of those wonderful feelings..crashing down with a sigh at the realization..its still a girl who clutches the rope..holding it close..not letting it go...

raising her eyes to the one she loves The Master whose hands should be on this rope...looming above her in his patience..but its still a girl who holds the rope...why cant she hand it over to him..the binds to her soul...tie her up to her freedom...*sighs*.. but it's still a girl who holds the rope

The Rope by Melanie January 26, 2000

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