Tangled Webs

Sometimes I get sucked into my head

Startled by thoughts I think are risqué

I long to be tied up or bound to his bed

Responding to him, I'm willing to play

The heat from the fire, so hot to the touch

Doesn't scare me at all. Well really not much

I want him to hear me screaming his name

While he uses my body for his little game

My thoughts seem extreme

Like I'm caught in a dream

Of pain and of fright

But also joy and delight

This web we weave

The games we play

I tell him to go

I want him to stay