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Some people are naturally inclined to cling.
Head over heels in love, they put on the leash themselves.
Concealed sweet tether in a tender embrace.
Let your jugular pulse against my temple.
Promise me the warmth and safety I’ve been yearning for
since before I knew how to tie my own shoelaces.
Waiting for you every evening
with the malaise of a torrid August day,
I put on my leash and beg for a walk
through your labyrinth of sheets,
shed clothes, and pillows.
You’ve always been a kind master.
Because you don’t see the leash, don’t even know I wear it.
You’d be too appalled if you knew.
You’d free me against my will.
But I’ve never been freer.
© Lola Sense 2021
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