Shall I constrain you and force you to pray?
You are so lovely and intemperate:
Rough bonds so tight I fear they’re going to fray,
I must not loose them e’en a breath too late.
Sometimes your look is hot and shows some signs
That I’m too harsh: but then, your vision dimmed,
You yield, and sweat defines your lovely lines.
Your beauty – soft hair, full lips, round arsed, sweet-limbed –
Is by your pain and gift more lovely made.
Nor ever will you lose that wondrous glow,
Nor in my eyes your beauty ever fade,
Whilst you give in to every slap or blow.
So long as you will give your gift to me,
So long I’ll bind you, and I’ll set you free.

-By moptop