Bound By Lace


  
Soft and sheer,
bound by lace,
inch by inch,
along her legs,
they trace.

Came from where,
fire burns,
it yearns and turns,
twisting around ankles,
most delicate shackles.

No lock and key,
just the desire to be,
taken freely,
of will
and need.

Ax

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