He is my need
This man to whom I now belong. He is my master and I am his
Willingly, I submit. He is a privileged escape.
I must earn his touch.
I know that now.
He is all I want
The craving to feel his touch
throws my senses. His scent
Lingers in every fiber of my being. His taste
hangs in the back of my throat, soft and silent
Emerging only in daydreams and secret fears.
An exiled punishment, a lesson learned.
A slave with too much time to think of
the disappointed caused by her disobedience.
Sent home shamed and wanting
the warmth of his body, receiving instead the coldness
of annoyance. The sweetest caress of lip to
forehead, a new loneliness learned.
It is in that moment that I know that his
happiness is my happiness. Expectations are
Fully understood. Cruel silence fuses with worry, stillness,
and longing. In one moment, realization—that this is not a game.
I am his to do as he pleases
About the Creator
Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH5 days ago in Critique
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