Extreme Love
Begging Him with my thoughts
imploring Him with my eyes
offering myself to Him
I silently surrender.
I am just another doll
he can bend and pose me
play or ignore me
I exist only for Him.
The gag makes it hard
I finally catch my breath
the ropes are taut
my senses are alive.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, 55 words.
Capricious Poet 
This is a very real thing for some…a different kind of extreme love.
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Thanks for coming by Hannah!
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WoooHooo! This put a wicked giggle in my heart.
I’ve always been fascinated by the kind of trust that goes into such relationship. Your speaker’s voice is perfect.
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So happy I could make you giggle Magaly. Trust and lust. Lol! Hugs!
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Hi Bekkie -~~ Written clearly, can’t be misunderstood, disconcerting to say the least. A way no one would want to be, yet some, not a few, are. I think some play ‘rough’ this way, many others are captive. Scary
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I think it would be scary too. Not from experience just fiction for me. Glad to see you.
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I would say it’s extreme… alas not always love though… Love the description.
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Thanks so much Bjorn!
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Ha! That is extreme!
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Lol! Thanks for coming by to read it.
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This is certainly an extreme kind of love.
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Like 50 Shades Of Grey Kerry. ~giggle~
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A huge wow for this one!
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I cannot find your email address (I appreciate it when folks tell me I misspelled a word which I do sometimes) ‘perhaps taught should be taut’ …
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Me too Helen I missed it (so did the spell checker because it was “use” not really a misspell.) Thank you, I changed it! If you ever need my email it’s bekkieswonderland@gmail. Big hug!
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