When you cup her face in your hands
and she looks at you dreamily
through half-lidded eyes…
When her rapid, shallow breaths
have taken on a sweet tinge
and her half-parted lips
are dry because she forgets to wet them…
When there are red embers
of understanding reflecting in her eyes
but the fire is burning
in her body and in her heart…
When she surrenders so deeply
that you know in your mind and your soul
that she will do anything,
anything,
for you…
And all you want right then and there,
is to kiss her.
When you can have anything,
when she will give you everything,
and there is nothing you want more
than to reach a finger in her mouth to wet it
and paint her lips to moisten them,
when the answer to the burning need inside you
is to lick those lips…
When she surrenders so deeply that she forgets to kiss back
and you lick her lips,
devour her lips,
bite her lips,
and she gazes back uncomprehendingly;
when you match your breathing to hers
so that you take in her sweet breath…
When the only reason her knees haven’t buckled under her
is that she has forgotten to fall;
when the only reason she is still standing
is that you haven’t given her permission
to crumble…
When she is sacrificing her body on the altar of your desire
and all you have to do is to reach out and take it all,
when you can be as selfish as you want,
and the most selfish thing you can think of is
to kiss her…
When you want nothing more,
and nothing less,
than to kiss her;
when kissing her is the answer
to every fucking scream in your body…
Then you realize that everything you thought
you knew about yourself,
and the power of a submissive woman,
isn’t worth a crap.
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You don’t know how long I’ve been looking for something like this. Just beautiful.
I want to write just like you when I grow up. Haha. Beautiful.
I am too greedy. I’m not ashamed I’m that way. Maybe your very presence would slow my temperment and calm my head but my needs and my wants I won’t apologize for. I’m curious and sometimes, I think that if I sit quietly and speak in whispers that will count as time having waited. It never does.
Don’t waste a moment with me standing, let me into your arms and you into mine. Don’t waste a moment between the thought and the action. Kiss me. Don’t second guess anything that ignites a flame. Even as you take from me I will whisper while I cry. “Take as much as you want, my Monster.”
When she cries for you and whispers,
“Take as much as you want, my Monster,”
because she needs to give to you and nurture you
even more than you need to feed on her…
When she wraps her heart around you like a womb,
like her body wraps its softest folds around you
and invites you in where it is warm and restful,
deep inside her…
When she whispers, “I am giving you my love.
“It is yours. Do with it what you will,”
and you see in her wide, sparkling eyes
that her trembling lips speak the truth…
When you cut her breasts with your knife
and she tilts her head to kiss you;
when you wash the blood off with your piss
and she whispers, “I love you…”
Then you realize that everything you thought
you knew about yourself,
and your power over this submissive woman,
isn’t worth a damn…
Because she owns you.
And there is that graceful, ever-present feedback loop that contains the alchemy that takes our breaths. Afterall, we are always at the mercy of power: chained to it, serving it. When you see that devotion in another’s eyes, when you feel it emanating from another’s heart, know that you have a small glimpse into the large mirror that is this Existence. Take heart, Dreamwalker, and breathe in your own divinity softness warmth truth understanding strength beauty submission. Breathe it in; you deserve to take that moment of acknowledgment, of silent recognition again and again as the Phoenix in you continues to rise.