Willful Prisoner

In cold sweet sleep

There are no bad dreams

When you're down this deep

Wrapped in the arms on the ones who love

The company of one who comes from above

And it's a scene

That's so prestine

In it's tragical hold to be ripped from the ground

Soaked in the tears of the scared

In cold sweet sleep

Nothing is missed

You shiver

You quiver

I bathe you in the river

I bind you in leather and fur

You are the willful prisoner

Inbetween

These dreams

There are terrible things that can take you far too deep

Strapped in the harnesses of harm

Just to be kept safe and warm

And it seems exquisitly obscene

It's laughter slapping the smile off your face

Fearing the day that we came

You're longing and dreading were fully the same

You shiver

You quiver

I bathe you in the river

I bind you in leather and fur

You are the willful prisoner

Lying in a stream

Of unconcious screams

We are waters dark beauty

Plotting a course of eroticness

Silently swiming to a fatal kiss

And it's a scene

Of such unique mystique

In it's intriging well of blood love and fury

Upheld on the alters of pain

Confiding and biting

Here we go again

You shiver

You quiver

I bathe you in the river

I bind you in leather and fur

You are the willful prisoner

I bind you

I bind you

I am behind you

I blind you

I fold you

I will always hold you