When you are tying me and I am so quiet and still, head bowed, eyes seemingly unfocused, that is because I am so attuned to everything you are doing; the brush of your knuckles against my skin, the tug and pull of the rope as you tie the knots, your breat
When you are tying me and I am so quiet and still, head bowed, eyes seemingly unfocused, that is because I am so attuned to everything you are doing; the brush of your knuckles against my skin, the tug and pull of the rope as you tie the knots, your breat