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Alone at night the sleeper hopes to dream
Of time spent in Her ropework's tight embrace
And all the lovely ways She drew his scream
Well paid for by the smile upon Her face.

His body growing soft without Her care
Denied Her penetration from behind
No tasteful marks to grace his derierre
The fantasies run wild within his mind.

His neck is ringed by leather bound with steel
An anchor in the seas of time apart
It holds him tight and always makes him feel
As if instead it were around his heart.

And though some nights their distance makes him weep
Tonight the collar comforts him to sleep.

                                  



                          Very nice thank you I liked it.

I loved that. You see so little poetry about BDSM relationships, or any focus on its romantic aspects. That was lovely, and a well-written sonnet regardless.