Happy to Tether

Imagine me and you, tied to
A bed frame, where velvet ropes bite
And hold us tight.
To kink the one I'm thinkin' of,
A square knot's right.
So happy to tether.
She will tie me up while I'm supine,
And that will help elongate me—
Straighten my spine.
Image of Justine. . .well, maybe
That's out of line—
Not quite THAT much tether.
I can't see me knottin' nobody but you.
A Duncan Phyfe
Chair is what I would next like to tie you to—
Don't tell my wife!
Me and you, knotted in two.
Some say that dental floss is nice,
But it must be
The waxed kind, so you don't get bruised. . .
Tie carefully,
If it's used to tether.
I can free myself and then I'll unknot you,
Until tonight.
We're not uptight; we're just free spirits who like
To be uptied.
So happy to tether,
Sometimes we like leather,
Not in humid weather,
We're birds of a feather,
So happy to tether.