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15th May 2011

The woven length of rope snakes around my naked flesh

Cutting and biting into the very heart of me

I twist and turn to loosen its grip

But it is part of me now

Coiling round my very soul

Binding me firmly

Holding me prisoner to my desires for him

With every beat of my heart it wraps its self tighter

Weaving and threading round and around

Until there is no end or beginning left

Just a coiled mess

With every breath it grips me harder

Tying me to Him, holding me there

The love knot curls around me heart

Just like the rope around my body

I am tied, held, bound for Him

Ready…….

Mollyxxx

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  • Molly Moore - Author, Blogger, Photographer, Speaker, Director of Operations @Eroticon Find me in my corner of the internet at Molly's Daily Kiss and on Twitter @mollysdailykiss

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  • ddd

    Molly, the image is wonderful and with the words, it’s so beautiful it hurts. A perfect Sinful Sunday.

    • mollyskiss

      Thanks sweetie, I worry that at the moment my blog is riddled with these painful posts but it is where I am right now…..I hope soon the tone will change

      Mollyxxx

  • Kitty

    Molls, as always a great post x

  • KaziGrrl

    Beautiful words, beautiful image πŸ™‚

  • Ali

    Beautiful Molly…words and photo

  • Frankie Lemmon

    Looks like fun tying the knot with you.

    • mollyskiss

      LOL…great comment, you made me really smile

      Mollyxxx

  • Clive

    Wow, Molly, that was a gorgeous post – absolutely wonderful imagery in those words

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