It’s a general consensus or a verbal clue- You feel you have to hide the weaker parts of you. This part is not whole in its essence of you, you are capable, and do what must be done of you.
This part, it does linger, it clutches and claws, demanding a comfort to ease and awe. To feel weak is unacceptable, embarrassing and small. But what if what you call small, is what makes me feel tall?
I like to crawl, kiss and kneel and feel grateful I’ve pleased. Please give me your approval, I want to be seized. To look up at you and to know I need guide, I should feel weakness, but I feel my worries subside.
The emotional pull. The need, pathetic urge. I want you to want me. I need us to merge. I crave for your blessing, your instruction and word. I need your voice because yours is preferred.
I like to be enjoyed by someone who prefers me weak. Who knows that for me it’s not unstable or bleak. I am me and I am fine, but I prefer to be lead. Please tell me your wants so your desires are fed.
I want to be good and weak and small. Take my body and take my all. Have me only able to beg and need. Give me direction and I will heed. I need your control, your hands and touch. I need your nature of demanding too much.
Take me and use me I’m nothing but yours. Decide what I am, what I say and my chores. Want me to lick you and kiss and sit? Want to me to sit and then kiss and then lick? You give me your command and I’ll look up and say
“I want to be your good little prey.”
