Bound

Bound.
There is something so beautiful, and alluring about being bound.
Bound by love, bound by lust...
Bound by leather, bound by cuffs...
Bound by you.

There is something so tempting, so tasteful and so teasing about being bound... About binding you, and you binding me, in your love, and only you hold the key.

I could travel land and sea...
But in my dreams, we are bound.
Is reality a façade, or are we bound to our dreams?
Have we delved into a world, where only we can see?
My dangerous love, you have bound me... But does that make us free?
Free and open to the idea of "we"?

Dance with me,
Let our bodies create a rhythm here in the sand and sound of crashing seas.
Become bound to me.
Glide with me, between the sheets, let your dark desires free, whips and chains,
Baby please...

Remain bound to me...
In our Ecstasy...
Sweet skin, sweet sin, sweet sex, yes please...
Lost in lust, lost in love, lost in luring each other off track...
Finding solace in our weak...
Hearts, lost at sea.

Bound by water, surrounding thee...
Lost at sea, bound by waves, beautiful waves
Crashing, dancing, bound by...
Peace.