The Bound Lady - Poem by Scott Underwood
With you hogtied,
Submissive to everything,
I thought that you can let go,
For a moment.
And you do let go,
For a moment,
As the feather glides along your
Perfect hips and deep spine.
I tickle your pussy, with the soft, airy
Fingers of the sky,
Your pelvis pulsates;
Hesitant rivers begin to flow.
What to do now, lady of the sky?
I am new to all of this
And tend to resort to the old patterns
Of bump and grind?
As sweet as it is,
It seems that there are
Golden secrets flowing within you
And so much more to explore.
I want to join that rushing river
And slowly opening backdoor.
Submissive and open to everything,
Yet so protectively controlled.
And I try to hold back, because I rushed ahead,
To be there at that place
When you arrive at the shore
Where the two great rivers can meet.
Two great energies
Too powerful to be held back.
But there is a fear here,
Though I try to not be afraid.
A fear that one might lose its uniqueness
In the others irrational power,
That its specialness will be weakened
By the other’s strength.
And I don’t know what the answer is,
Except, when your ankles meet your wrists,
I feel the surge, for a moment, and, in that moment,
Feel no weakness between us.
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