Chained Love

Bound to chains

That do not make the slightest sound

Was he

To her love

To his fantasy

He craved her touch

No matter how much it burned

Her lips soft

But sharp

He soon learned

The chains

They would not brake

Nor did he want them to

But yet

Those chains would still shake

She laughed

As he screamed

But he loved that curve

It was sexier than it seemed