The Colors of Many: A Collection of Poems

Bound and Tied

A New Poem by Me 

I am bound to you, tied up with strings and ropes to make me love you, hold you, gasp with you, touching you with your permission as I dare to be your hard working man with balls of steel and a huge pair of them with every last breath that I'm caressing your wet entrance as my steel pair penetrates in you when you let out each sound of cries with many sensual moans that I'm really bound to you even with the filling of cream leaks out of two bodies afterwards that I would always tied you up when you have became naughty

A Lot 7 Poem