Toro Tokuda

Would you like me to make art with me, my dear?
Lay still and let me wrap you up tighter
My fingers pressing against skin tender
Hand against your lips to keep you quieter.

A masterpiece for me to discover,
With tongue, hand, and cheek, luxuriously.
The ropes wrap you tight, yet you are my lover:
I carry you to bliss, n'er carelessly.

Tighten the ropes, draw you in closer still--
My sharp teeth sink in to your inner thigh
Drawing blood before seeking higher thrill...
A taste from deep within and you a sigh.

A bit of shibari, my dear, for you.
At my whim, far until the morning dew.