Yielding
No way
not me, not that
Silky ties tease my skin
well, maybe just a little kink
this once.
Open
Under your eyes
Restrained, wrists to ankles
Vulnerable, like a rose bud
I bloom.
Rising
To meet your strokes
I writhe within my bonds
Anchored to the earth, you teach me
to fly.
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These were three separate cinquains, written at different times. However, when grouped together, they form a longer piece.
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