D/s

I want to grab fear by the throat
hold it close
caress its skin
stroke its hair and whisper everything will be alright if it gives in

I want to roam free
Hear nothing but moans of yes and please
feel the electricity emanating from deep within
unburdening myself with ease

Lost in power, drunk on control
stranger to preconceived notions and foolish idealisms
bringing life to its knees
eager and panting

I want to sleep in peace
covered in sweat, body exhausted
past buried, flesh dissolved
a corpse unrecognizable

So what’s our safeword going to be?
Hunger.