SHIBARI Kneel. Those words so many times I’ve heard. Your breath hot down my neck. Your hands soft and strong around me. Your ropes encasing me. Your words give me chills. Every time. Are you ok? I can feel your concern. I can feel your desire. Through those binds I can feel you loving me. I can feel myself loving you. Emotions flow within the jute you wrap me in. Is it your hunger for me that lifts me? Or is your ropes? Yes I am, I am more than ok : I am yours. You’re beautiful. When you tie me I feel so free. You make me exceptional and…