I love the way you handle rope
So capable and sure
Loop and pull and back and through
Tightening some more

The blueness of your eyes on mine
Never break their gaze
As your hands stroke and knot the knots
You’ve tied a hundred ways

Woven smooth, its weighty heft
Presses on my wrists 
Restraint building as I lie
And give those little twists

Just to see what I can’t do
The thrill of being bound
And having you do what you will
As rope is wrapped around

Legs and arms spread out
Tied down
Firmly to the bed
Sometimes you put the blindfold on
So I don’t know what’s next

But tonight I have my eyes
And they will watch your face
Because we share the same delight
In seeing you see me see you
When what we do takes place.