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My musings on the meaning of submission as well as the occasional story or quote.
1 year ago. Sunday, June 23, 2024 at 1:35 AM

You stole a piece of my heart,
Took it gently, left your mark,
And I don't know why,
No, I don't know why.

In the twilight, your eyes were clear,
Our love was lightning in a storm,
The rhythm of our bodies near,
Electric pulses, fire born.

You led me from the very first,
In your gaze, a quenching thirst,
And I don't know why,
No, I don't know why.

In this dance, we played our parts,
I knew I'd put the skin before the heart,
Before the heart, before the art.

You took the rest, the whole damn day,
Wrapped me in your warm embrace,
And I don't know why,
No, I don't know why.

Now the fire's embers die,
Coldness fills the midnight sky,
It's in my way, it's in my way,
The echoes of what we used to say.

You claimed the hearts, the spades, the thrill,
In this game of shadows, still,
And I don't know why,
No, I don't know why.

It's a shame, it's not a game,
A tangled web of pleasure and flame,
But in your touch, I lost my name,
In your touch, I lost the pain.

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