hanging from the bars
your hands above your head
that is where i left you
tied up to your bed
the cameres eye winked with a flash
and captured that still frame
the one that seeks to glorify
the beauty of your pain
a trickle of the vino
runs across the seering welts
i marvel at the decoration
designed with chains and belts
if only pictures really spoke
then all could hear your scream
like an angel falling from the sky
but most can only dream to hear
the beauty of your cry
the temptation just to toutch you
is almost more than i can take
to run my hands across the skin
which my belt had sought to break
to taste your lips and make you mine
to steal your breath and fill you with my emptiness divine
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