Bound. Your beautiful eyes retain that inviolate density of someone who knows exactly what they're choosing. You don't bend easily, and precisely for this reason, when you open yourself and give yourself to me, the gesture takes on the value of absolute surrender. I feel you begin to bind, I see it in your proud gaze, slowly melting under mine. A warm, invisible chain tightening around you, which you welcome with the deepest breath. Your body knows it before your mind. You already belong to my hands, to my voice, to my will.