Chains Poem by Tigana Chileshe

Chains that enslave me the source of my passion that posses me.
Blinded by my lust the passions of lust that drive me.
Sensuous being that who i be.
To hold and to be held squeezed in between her glow.
These chains that chain me are but mere threads that i feel interwined within me, within her, within us.
What have we become? Mere creatures of the soil following after the instincts of nature?
To embrace, to search, to explore. Till the true depth of soul connection is reached when finally in her bossom.
Her eyes closed.
Her breathing echoing.
Chained between her legs.
My teeth digging into her neck of flesh.
Trying to discover what true freedom is in an act that defines liberty as slavery one to another.