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What I have left, from my evenings with you

Holds me spellbound, haunted, the desire was true

Games that we played, seemed like hours on end

You were my lover, but never my friend

Bound to you, my eyes, always blind

Marks round my wrists, for days, to remind

Your sentiments toward me, extremely erotic

Sent my heart, into beats, oh! so chaotic

No other could touch me, that, you forbade

Yes, I was your prisoner, caught in your charade


February Writing Prompt: Erotic Sentiments – Day 9/28

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