To domme morrigan

Heavens always seemed a golf course I’d find rather dull, a guy strumming

A guitar singing kumbaya, I’d drift off, to thoughts on you, not climbing to

The heights of nirvana, either, Buddha’s own, I’d rather fathom, turned on,

How you look at me now, try realise how you bind my soul, give life to

Die, inside a bdsm phantasy realm, religare that moment awakens forever in

                        You