Butterfly
Sitting on the floor- naked
Nervously waiting
He makes two loops
Slides them over my hands
Pretend you are praying
Oh Sir.. I am.. truly
It is a leap of faith
An act of trust- I tremble
He winds the rope
Around my body
My praying hands
To my chest- hugging
“Not behind me?”
“who is doing the tying?”
His mischievous smile
Then all seriousness
“You’re completely safe
You will know safety
Like a cocoon
And will emerge
“My butterfly”
---my butterfly
My brain goes quiet
His blue eyes
No longer seeing me
The rope wraps
Columns of knots
Intricate patterns
I have lost time
His hands skillful
Though long unused
For this purpose
Awaiting this moment
Down my body
The red rope moves
Pressed to my skin
his touch brushing
becoming breathless
held fast, safely
by the rope
and his promises
the rope slides
over his hands
wraps my hips
his fingers close
the brush my core
lightning courses
heat fills me
and then wetness
for a moment
embarrassed
does he not notice
he doesn’t gloat
it was unfair
to promise not
to fuck me like this
aching like this
the knot placed
right there
at my threshold
is soaked
his nimble fingers
work down my legs
safe but fevered
the rope caressing
the bow at my ankles
he is pleased
he smiles at his work
I am his art
And will be freed
As his butterfly