In the dark he waits,
A rope in his hand.
An urge to hear struggles,
With what he has planned.
He waits in the darkness,
Waits for her return.
He wants to lay palm on skin,
Want her to burn.
As she enters the dark,
He swoops to take control.
He strips and binds her,
Through pain he makes her whole.
YOU are what makes me whole.
I love you❤️
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