how shall i tie thee

How shall i tie thee...

How shall i bond your mind to mine
How shall i fill it with thoughts sublime.

Every twist every turn of a ribbon long
Every knot secured and strong.

Your hands prisoners they shall be
Yearning to touch my curves...me.

The point of this my gorgeous, my dear
The desire your mind and passion to sear.

So when the release eventually does come
Your mind your logic nothing more but a hum.

And all you desire is simple release
By the hands of a woman a pleasurable tease.

RB.