1 week ago. Tue 14 Nov 2017 04:34:37 PM IST
You want to know the many facets that fuel my craving for submission.
It won't be pretty.
It'll be ugly, scarred, beaten, and bruised.
It will be beautiful.
Bright colors, glorious depths, and supple curves await.
An optical illusion to those unknowing.
The shards of my past have created a wondrous canvas.
I hide the pool of tears.
Behind bright eyes and a big smile, I'll play along.
You want to know me.
I'm a war ravaged country that has lost, yet I won.
But I will never be the same.
I'm rebuilding, uncovering secrets too dark to comprehend.
Myself, my submission.
It is mine, I control it, and I know you want to possess it.
I will fight you.
Prove your worth, your Dominance, and I will truly submit.
I am an eclipse.
I am rare, beautiful, but I will blind you if you're not careful.
So take my hand.
Play with my mind, caress my body, and guard my heart.
I will open up to you.
What I show of myself will reflect upon you.
A maze of mirrors.
Parts of us both will be revealed, a new exposure.