Bound.

Not too hot
Not too cold
Not too quiet
Not too bold
Mix these things all into one
You shall have some decent fun
Sitting quiet
Looking coy
Lack of riot
Just a toy
Fold your hands across your lap
Don't say a word or spike a slap
He wants you there
To look and play
Your voice be heard
Another day
When can you break
From perfect form
A freedom to take
A look forlorn
Your heart is bound
By invisible rope
Go round and round
And try to cope
Just wait and see
What comes of this
You forget it all within a kiss





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