How is it that you free me and bind me at the same time? Your touch, a whisper that unravels my guarded heart, a gardener in this soil of my soul, planting seeds that blossom with each breath.
A fire that burns yet does not destroy, yet ignites,
melting away every layer of fear, of pretense,
leaving me bare, trembling in the purity of your gaze—
and yet, I am tethered, bound by this ember you blow up gently within.
You strip my body of shame,
your hands, a hymn sung to my unspoken desires,
your lips, a declaration that I am yours to explore,
to worship, to claim—
but oh, how tightly I am bound in this storm of wanting,
this fury of primal need that knows no boundaries.
How is it that I am both liberated and captivated ,
a willing wanting to the curve of your smile,
the heat of your breath against my neck?
You walk into my arms, and the world bends to your will,
dreams and fantasy spilling into reality,
and yet, I am possessed,
wholly consumed by the ache to know your every pleasure,
to map every moan, every sigh that escapes your lips.
You are my chaos, my calm, my undoing—
a paradox I cannot resist.
Each moment with you,
I am more than I ever was,
and yet I am lost, yet found
helplessly, fully achingly yours.
How is it that you free me and bind me at the same time?
Your presence, a storm and a sanctuary,
dismantles every wall I’ve built,
laying me bare under the heat of your gaze—
yet I am caught, wrapped in the chains of a desire
so fierce, so primal, it sets my soul alight.
Yet so soft and safe, a gentle grace.
You strip my body of shame,
peeling away the layers of doubt and hesitation.
Your touch is a command,
a silent promise that in your hands, I am more,
a creation of passion,
a vessel of unbridled hunger.
And yet, with every breath, you tether me,
binding me in the heat of your need
until I cannot tell where I end and you begin.
How is it that I am both liberated and captivated,
a wanderer free in the universe of your body,
and a prisoner to the curve of your lips,
the rhythm of your sighs?
You step into my embrace,
and suddenly the world dissolves—
every dream, every fantasy becomes flesh,
becomes us, together,
your name the only thing I can remember,
your pleasure the only purpose I can fathom.
I am possessed, utterly consumed,
caught in the wildfire of you.
You free me with your touch,
bind me with your kiss,
and I surrender willingly, endlessly,
to the paradise you create in my arms.
~ Larson Langston
melting away every layer of fear, of pretense,
leaving me bare, trembling in the purity of your gaze—
and yet, I am tethered, bound by this ember you blow up gently within.
You strip my body of shame,
your hands, a hymn sung to my unspoken desires,
your lips, a declaration that I am yours to explore,
to worship, to claim—
but oh, how tightly I am bound in this storm of wanting,
this fury of primal need that knows no boundaries.
How is it that I am both liberated and captivated ,
a willing wanting to the curve of your smile,
the heat of your breath against my neck?
You walk into my arms, and the world bends to your will,
dreams and fantasy spilling into reality,
and yet, I am possessed,
wholly consumed by the ache to know your every pleasure,
to map every moan, every sigh that escapes your lips.
You are my chaos, my calm, my undoing—
a paradox I cannot resist.
Each moment with you,
I am more than I ever was,
and yet I am lost, yet found
helplessly, fully achingly yours.
How is it that you free me and bind me at the same time?
Your presence, a storm and a sanctuary,
dismantles every wall I’ve built,
laying me bare under the heat of your gaze—
yet I am caught, wrapped in the chains of a desire
so fierce, so primal, it sets my soul alight.
Yet so soft and safe, a gentle grace.
You strip my body of shame,
peeling away the layers of doubt and hesitation.
Your touch is a command,
a silent promise that in your hands, I am more,
a creation of passion,
a vessel of unbridled hunger.
And yet, with every breath, you tether me,
binding me in the heat of your need
until I cannot tell where I end and you begin.
How is it that I am both liberated and captivated,
a wanderer free in the universe of your body,
and a prisoner to the curve of your lips,
the rhythm of your sighs?
You step into my embrace,
and suddenly the world dissolves—
every dream, every fantasy becomes flesh,
becomes us, together,
your name the only thing I can remember,
your pleasure the only purpose I can fathom.
I am possessed, utterly consumed,
caught in the wildfire of you.
You free me with your touch,
bind me with your kiss,
and I surrender willingly, endlessly,
to the paradise you create in my arms.
~ Larson Langston
