My wrists bound in daisy chains,
I fall in fields of golden grain.
Tender, yes, and frightened too;
Longing to be set free by you.
Baptize me in quickened breath
Through lips golden-honey drenched.
Draped in velvet crimson sheen,
Your kisses burn my chastened dreams.
Release me from my tender chains,
Bathe my skin in passion's rain.
Slay my thoughts with your desire
And set my soul and flesh afire.
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