There's something different when it comes to her. Maybe it's the way she walks to you, head down but eyes defiant. Maybe it's the way she talks, tone submissive but words smirking. She gets to you under your skin. Torturing her is need but controlling her is must. What makes her think she can touch you -no not physically but soulfully? What gall she must have to question you innocently, making u rethink your choices in life. Yep! She's something special... And she's all yours. Who is she, that makes you want to grab her, push her against the wall
...face first/
...chest first
... With freshly manicured hands spread wide gripping the wall and having heavy anticipatory breaths expel from parted lips
as you help her release all her frustration until she's moaning your name and pleading with you... Until she's putty in your hands... Until she's broken for you and only you.
Yep! She's a special one...
And she's all yours.
Just Thinking Aloud
~In Search of Truth~