Bound

Such a genteel kiss upon my forehead,
Delivered by soft lips
As if they feared to break me.
My hands struggle to hold her,
But are bound back by soft leather,
Yet my love holds her as tightly.
Though I am bound,
Her will binds me tighter,
As no ropes are necessary
To subdue me.
My thoughts try to come,
But alas, I have no thoughts around her,
For her thoughts suffuse me,
And I bend to her word.
She tugs upon my collar,
To kiss her pet again.

-by _akkindus