1 year ago. August 14, 2022 at 6:25 PM
He was silent in the way that he strode into my room, that obscure and hidden corner of my mind in which my vermilion submission blooms.
He set a solitary crimson candle alight with his patience and care, never overtly demanding yet always tempting me with his X-ray stare.
The candles flame languidly spread throughout my room, setting my scarlet core on fire. I began to slowly acquiesce my will, as his dominance became my hope to inspire.
Adroitly led by his leash, a newly fortified soul against solitude’s bloodied blade. I follow after him, needing and craving to always be at his feet drenched in his shadows shade.
