For some its forbidden
to some
it is hidden
the threshold of pleasure
is pain
to be savored
again and again
with steel or with rope
with leather or firm hand
even the mild
is never bland
its still love
intricate Shibari
St, Andrews cross
there never is
a loss, the
possiblities endless
fantasy becomes real
one step closer
to actually feel
that fabled place
known to all
as subspace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cant get used to the blind fold though..... Alison