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Click hereDance with me…
(I offer you
marvelous
and sensual
Power)
In this dance
I choose to
Yield
(I Never Yield)
to your hand
to gracefully sink
to my knees
challenging you
(Break Me, Shatter Me,
Make Me Whole)
expecting you
trusting you
to know
exactly
how to lead
(Please…)
to know
exactly
what I need
I need
your hand
holding me
guiding me
demanding me
commanding me
(Yes, sir, thank you, sir)
I need
your hand
at the nape
of my neck
shifting smoothly,
suddenly
(eyes wide, mouth wide, legs wide)
from tangled fingers,
soft sensual caresses,
to tightness
possessive grasping
I hiss
sharp
through clenched teeth.
Jesus God Fuck Yes.
I need
your hand
to offer
exquisite pain,
to lead me to
intense pleasure.
There is a grace,
in this dance,
in trusting you
to know
the subtleties of
my body language.
to notice each caught breath,
each shaky exhale,
each minute movement,
each glance,
each shudder,
each evasive truth of
need
want
desire
Such delicious tension
your hand
drifts
lingering
at my throat,
a soft embrace
a tightening pressure.
my very breath
no longer mine
to control.
Your hand
evokes something
decidedly
feminine in me
when firmly holding
my slender wrists
crossed behind
my back or
stretched high
over my head.
It is lovely to feel
so unusually fragile.
I am captive
captivated
(Powerless, Helpless,
Frantic Heartbeat
So Good So Hot)
held tight
against a wall
a bed
a floor
I need your
strength
pressed
against me
crushing my
supple softness.
Under your hand
(Under You)
I choose
to be Delicate
controllable.
to completely let go
of the utter
exhaustion
of always being in charge,
of everyone
of everything
of myself
I choose
to have this small
reprieve
to just feel,
to just drift,
to just sink
into the strong
and powerful
choice
(My Choice, My Power,
My Dance)
to have no choice
to have your hand
lead me...
If you
are any good,
(Don’t waste my fucking time!)
If you
know
exactly
what you are doing,
(do it please just do it)
if the dance is
so fucking smooth
(melted wax, warm oil)
elegant
molten fucking hot,
if I am so,
so
in the moment,
(ahhhhh nomorethoughts good)
completely
taken care of,
completely
understood
completely
immersed
in the subspace
of pleasure pain,
(again again another again)
If you do it
just
fucking
right,
(just.like.that)
and I feel that
energy,
that vibration,
that heat,
that release,
there just isn’t any
word
to describe
that level of
perfection.
(oh fuck oh yes oh thank you sir)
Someday
We Will Dance
and I
will be Blissfully
Ruined
Forever.