Becoming His
You will know pain.
You will know pleasure.
You will scream, moan and whimper. You may cry. You will surrender total control. You will be stripped bare; emotionally, mentally and physically. You will be free and you will fall to pieces. And in these arms, you will find safety. I will guide you, push you and break you.
Then I will hold you as you tremble, and gather every single piece.
The desire to claim you, in every way. The gift you give freely as you lay your body at my altar. I accept it, embrace it and honor it. With every strike, every bite, every rough thrust of my hips. When sheathed within your slick walls that tightens around me and pull me in deeper. Just as you reach your precipice my hands instinctively wrap around your throat. Because I am not tender, I am not sweet, I am not a man who will bow to you. I am the one who hungers for you on a primitive level and the beast within me accepts your precious gift. Using you to my pleasure yet needing more. I tighten my grip on your throat as I gaze into your eyes… because I need to be the very air you breathe.
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