When all the world is rushing by, take the time to slow my stride. Tie me up so I can't move, and snuggle in, I'm in that mood.

Make it tight, and hold me close, Pick the book, you are the host. Settle in, now don't be shy I'm tired, and my brain is fried.

Reset my mental clock with wit, and maybe some erotic bits, adventure for the wanderers and novels for the commoners,

Read me something that you like, So I can rest here by your side, And listen to your steady voice, tie me please, give me no choice.

I want this time to just be here, in this moment, disappear from worries, life, and all the world, With you, and rope, and written word.

Every First Sunday: You, Me, Rope, and a good book!