Push Me

Push Me

She begs him from the core of her being.  The place where she hides all of her secrets and all of her desires.  Two words are whispered from slightly parted rosy lips.  They mean so much in a world that knows so little.  "Push me."  Quietly she beseeches him with all that she is and all that she can be.  She aches to feel the push and shall never accept anything less.  It eats at her soul like a starving predator.  One would never know by looking at the girl that she craves such force.  It makes her feel alive with passion.  She is such a restless shrew when she cannot feel it and such a beauteous form of debauchery that breaks those who dare to touch her with an unwarranted tenderness.  Her words echo through the hollow halls of her spirit.....                                        "Push me over the edge and justify it by the strong pull back into your warm embrace.  Forcefully hurl me into the gaping abyss only to clutch me to your strong build upon my return, never let me go.  Release your tight grip and watch me fall through limitless esoteric depths so that I may find that you are the firm foundation in which I land upon time and again.  Take me where I don't want to go with the knowledge that you will be there to help me find peace among the strife.  Turn me inside out so that I may discover the truth.  Peirce my soul with the ancient sword that's already buried deep within you.  The pain that you've learned from, the life that you've lived, the journeys you've traveled; let them all flow through me.  The connection undeniably paid with the painstaking entrance of your blade into my waiting form.  Abated breath shall find release with the cold steel forged through my body. Your crimson flood flows down the slender blade, drenching me, caressing me with greedy hands.  Fill my life with yours.  Make me tremble, make me quake from your roughest touch and well after in your gentle wake.  Break my will without destruction but with compassion, so severe yet brimming with seduction.  My soul cries for the strength of another to bond with my own.  Crush the hellion within to make me strong again.  Bend me to your will with the presence of my strength.  Creep into my soul and guide me to the edge until I'm perched upon the brink.  Lingering before the swirling pool of passion the choice must be made.  Shall you push me?  I promise the rush is exquisite."

All of this is spoken within her fiery gaze, rosy lips parted to allow in a single breath, no words do they speak.  The spark dances in her burning eyes for only one to see and understand.  The golden chalice awaits to be filled.  The venture is proposed and ushered forth for his taking.