(To
GCS)
Restraint
(Rondeau)
My
hands are tied, but were I free
I'd
suck your cock and sip your pee;
I'd
spread my lips so you could sense
the
aromatic evidence
of
what your voice can do to me.
My
flesh and heart in heat agree.
Unlock
them both; you hold the key
to
joy and anguish, both intense.
My
hands are tied.
You
think me lost. Why can't you see?
If
you should claim the whole of me
as
yours, I'd offer no defense.
But
you're a gentleman, and hence,
my
ring makes all this fantasy.
My
hands are tied.
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