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Wheldrake -> Steel Weighs Heavy On The Soul (3/9/2010 11:56:50 AM)
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Steel weighs heavy on the soul.
The collar girded round my neck,
The belt locked tight about my loins,
Are not mere tokens of control:
Their coldness binds my very core,
For steel weighs heavy on the soul.
A turning key may be a gate.
A half-twist of a woman’s hand,
So gentle and so merciless,
Became the portal to my fate,
Forbidding all thought of return.
A turning key may be a gate.
Her whisper stings me like a lash.
I leap, obedient to her whim
And lay my body at her feet.
No barked command, however brash
Could spark surrender so profound.
Her whisper stings me like a lash.
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