Like a lion and a panther, we circle.
You, ready to pounce, but having enough respect to wait for me to make the first strike.
I draw first blood by leaning into your arms. You retaliate by stroking my bare arm. Sensations betray my desire. I try to put up my armour, but you dent it with every touch. Every stroke softens my metal plating and weakens my defences.
Before long, I am defenceless. You have the stronger weapons, the sharper blade, the upper hand.
I am a prisoner of war. I am your prisoner. You capture me with kisses and caresses, and you pull those cords TIGHT, keeping me in place. A prisoner of my own making.
About the Creator
Karen Cave
A mum, a friend to many and I love to explore dark themes and taboos in my writing.
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Karen x
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Oh wow, this was so deep and poignant. I loved it!