A Binding Love
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Fear brought me here; he binds my hands, my chest, my thoughts.
The man who shares me holds  the cords that tighten,
choke and keep me tied; but who am I? My soul, a broken glaze
on  dull and blood-crazed sunken eyes, I do not recognise.

If ever light was bright enough for you to glance in guilt
upon my face (whilst in your  lustful, thrusting throws),
or if I cried because my breasts were aching,
or if I screamed because you tore those parts of me
where tender touch should float me into warming sea
of gentle waves...would you then think you loved me?

It is too late. I have no secret places anymore.
If in some darkened, piss-filled room (where you, too, are unknown),
you hear my given name; then ask for me. I will be here.
I do not know what I have left to sell or what you want from me.
The fear that binds me shivers and confines me...
but you are free to think that you are loved.

Extract from report "Sex Markets on Teesside, 2013" Commissioned by Northern Rock Foundation.
"For example, one agency said of a client “she would get beaten up regularly”, another said “there is always reports of violence, like sex workers being strangled, left for dead, in a coma for three weeks”. "

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A Binding Love - by tectak - 08-18-2015, 11:00 PM
RE: A Binding Love - by ChristopherSea - 08-19-2015, 08:10 AM
RE: A Binding Love - by sunilmathur - 08-19-2015, 08:25 PM
RE: A Binding Love - by tectak - 08-19-2015, 09:19 PM
RE: A Binding Love - by Leanne - 08-20-2015, 05:23 AM
RE: A Binding Love - by tectak - 08-20-2015, 05:31 PM
RE: A Binding Love - by isabelhershko - 09-05-2015, 02:44 AM
RE: A Binding Love - by tectak - 09-11-2015, 06:25 PM



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