I want nothing more than to run my fingers down your back.
Outlining every curve, indent, and muscle until I have you burned into my memory
I want nothing more than to feel your lips on my lips and your skin
on my skin.
Red-hot passion scorching every part of me that you touch leaving behind
bruises that are mere whispers of the night before.
Whispers that haunt me but I would not be myself without.
I want nothing more than to be able to say no to you,
but I can’t.
You have somehow become my master that my people have fought so hard
to rid ourselves of.
But I can’t rid myself of you or those lips that assault me.
See, the pleasure that they bring outweighs the pain.
And for some twisted reason, I don’t mind
I don’t mind the pain you cause me or the complex
self-hatred you make me feel.
Instead, I obey every word you utter in my direction.
Not out of fear, but love.
I love you more than I have ever loved myself and because
of this, I will always be your slave.