Just a love poem by Franco Bolli

A welcoming
Cellar.
A dungeon where
We,
You and I,
Feel at home.
Accepted in a
Lifestyle that
Enriches our life.

The limitless
Imagination the
Apparatus offers.
The Saint Andrew’s Cross,
Scaffold,
Rings in thick walls.
The opportunities,
The excitement.
Being who we are.

It is awesome.
This presence
Of kindred spirits.
Doms, subs and slaves.
An inspiration.
Yes, we are at home.

A teacher asks
Our attention.
And 5 mm jute
Rope in my hands.
Soft and rough
At the same time.

We listen
And absorb
Information.
Jute on your skin,
Princess.
The sensuality
I add makes
You
Even hotter.

A Shibari workshop
This late evening.
You and I
Discovering new
Possibilities and
Challenges.

Nothing changes though.
It only
Intensifies
The way I say
I love you,
Princess.

Rope

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