the subjected rose

delicate and much like a tiny rose,
something delicate and emotive..
a longing to do a longing to say ,
a feeling most fleeting born to fly,
where heart meet love between love and gently sheen
lips parted like flower parts the heart a temple for the mind most submissive
the radiance of her eyes bound and tied by ropes in masters hand
sweetness beyond lies
that loving heat between her fingers the subject upon which my heart lingers
the thought her lips my desire surges
that which binds me to devils ergs
for she who bears her mark know how to feel
the  heart its love for real

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