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I need to feel your surge of energy
Grip at all that I am worth,
Stealing away my refusals and inhibitions;
Tear them away with my clothes.
I need you to penetrate
The fragility of my being;
Ignore my screams but hear them still
As words of wanting.
I long to feel you
Giving to me the gift of submission
To which I will gratefully adhere.
I know not what will come
Other than you heavy in me
And your breath travels down my femininity,
Overpowering Her with your masculine tendencies.
The unknowing keeps me holding
Steadfast to my desires.
I want to feel you bite the forbidden
Core of my being;
I am offering you a taste of the unknown
And I will change you, transform you
Into something I fear.
I fear it not because I dread it at present,
But because I am unknowing myself
Of where these bites, these pants,
These prolonged moans will lead.
Continue to fill me with your surge of power
And I may fall in love,
Or fall to my knees,
In hurtful shame.
Love is bittersweet.
Breaking this into strophes
Would give this a more powerful feel;
Helping to accentuate the split
Between pleasure of love
And the fear of desiring submission...