Jul. 27th, 2008 at 9:13 PM
It is hard to type this way, bound by your Smith & Weston Steel love. I suppose I should have behaved, that I deserve the faint cold pinch of these shackles. My misdeeds have earned me another hour in your irons. Unrelenting, no safety release. I am bound to your will and so I will remain until you see fit to set me free. Shall I share with you a secret, its revelation as much my torment and my ultimate pleasure to admit it? I would pray in vain that I never be released from your clutches. And always remain, your most willing slave.
Music:Phase - Incubus
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This is a collection of missives from a dreaming ink armed wordsmith. A total open book, blushing at the words laid bare.
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