Come, bind me to you with your pensive eyes;
Those eyes that promise pleasure through the nights,
Ever to raise me up on passion’s tides.
Mind how you lead to ever greater heights.
Now, bind me to you with your luscious lips.
Words fail you not, but do you honour sir;
In that you warm me with your clever quips
And whispered words that ever prove a lure.
And bind me to you, for your gifted hands
Are captivating me with tempting touch.
My heart has followed you to many lands;
Heart-stopping when your fingers prove too much.
Then bind me -- eyes, lips, hands -- without a sound
For I am here to serve you, I'll be bound.
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