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early morning he began, his hands coaxing and raking over sensitive skin
from the early morning hours he began his torturing of my flesh
as much as I tried, I could not stop, feeling the burn of scratched skin
driving my mind into questioning realms where I have never really been…
and I can hear his breathing, his breathe as he slowly plays at the movements
like a symphony he moved his hand, each nail an individual instrument
my mouth opening, moans evident from the pleasure, followed by the pain
the burning sensation, the slow-paced motion, slowly driving me insane…
and then a hand capturing my head, fingers entwined about my hair
forcing my face upwards, then down, towards his ready made man switch
wanting me to lick, kiss, suck at the tender flesh that is male and ready
fighting to pull back, his hand pushing and pulling me back down so damned steady…
and the tears they came, the feeling of overwhelming sadness and tiredness
the tears, followed by sobs, as I drew back, and laid my face to his chest
and his hand, it changed, became a soothing feel to my face, to the back of my head
not grasping or pulling, but soothing back the unquestioned moment where I laid to rest…
pulling me close, snuggling up beside me, he fore went the moment which passed
and together we fell into slumber, knowing some things would silently pass
no emotion on his part, even when I spoke with him of not knowing why
he smiled, smirked and laughed, and skipped the discussion, time passes by…
I am curious of my dominant, what in the past has made him as he is
I get the feeling there are currents of insecurity and guilt for others he could not save
If he is so sure of himself, so in control, then he realizes to each their own master
Or else time has its way of rushing after you, haunting you, forever running faster…
But I love him, in my own mind and quiet way, I love this man deep without grounds
There is a moment when I can see this quiet boy still within him, a boy frightened
And if I can figure out and gain his trust and help sort and rid him of his demons
Then my life with him, as his friend/lover/submissive, is not in vain, and is with reason…


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