Leave A Mark

There’s something about a woman who doesn’t need to be gentle with me that has always stayed in my mind.
Not cruel for the sake of being cruel, but cold, ruthless, possessive, and completely certain of herself. The kind of presence that makes you realize very quickly that you’re not the one in control.

I think what draws me to that intensity is what it leaves behind. I don’t want something that disappears the moment it’s over. I want an experience that stays in my head afterward, something I think about, something that gets under my skin, something I remember long after the moment itself has passed.

No hesitation. No pretending. Just authority, intensity, and a woman completely comfortable in her power.

Maybe that’s what it really means to leave a mark.