To Sir…with Love

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He calls me lover, honey, baby girl

Captured, the bars of his cell

Strong, just, secure

 

Willful prisoner, this bondage

Is sweet; freedom an overrated notion

 

Lust or love, the two combine into

Knots of twisted silken threads,

Desire falls from greedy hands,

Passion releases

 

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