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A moment and then another
I only exist in the space of the other. My strength, my joy, my love - We are the moments we share.
I have no title, no absolutes, no fixed adornment. I am not submissive in the sense that it is in me and absent in another. I am what I am at the time that I am. I am submissive to all and to no one. I submit to the world in complete faith of its wisdom, acceptance, love and deliverance.
I cannot be defined in absolutes but can be labelled with qualifiers just for common understanding and no more - ever disrupting, ever changing, ever subsiding, ever becoming.
I grow into another and another. Or is it that I strip down to become less and less.
1 year ago. December 5, 2022 at 4:50 AM
Soft skin, soft mind and soft heart
Pliable
With open legs and raw nerves
Ablaze
All of her burning
And so soft
Like a woman
Like red milk