I will love you if you’re gentle.

I promise to love you more if you’re not.

I don’t think that surprises you as much as it might another,

Although I sense you are slightly startled that my admission came so soon.

I see no basis for hiding from you.

That’s one of the reasons your flame drew me so.

Simply put, you get me.

You understand that a teasing touch may stir liquid fire

But will never make me melt.

You understand that soft caresses may kindle my heat

But will never make me burn.

You understand that, while strength may pour from me at any other time,

I need to be made to surrender,

Knowing that you will not use it as a sign of submission.

I ask permission of no one.

Instead I willingly grant control if you are deemed worthy.

I willingly take what is freely given.

This is who I am.

I have tried too long to deny my own longings,

Convinced of their depravity…

Convinced by the looks of confusion and repugnance offered by innocents.

My needs have grown claws and are ripping at their enclosure.

They cry out for she who can finally tame them,

Instead of cowering in a corner.

My requirements are not for one who would seek to master me,

But rather one who can compel my darkest desires to succumb to her will…

One who can give me the power to set hers free…

To be the only recipient of the tearing down of her inhibitions.

I dare to believe that you are the one who can conquer my cravings…

Who can make them bleed.

I need all the pain you’re willing to give me.

I need your fingers raking wounded tracks down my back.

I need your teeth sinking into my flesh until your claim is known to all.

It is the only way that I will ever feel fully alive.

It is the only way that I will ever fully believe in my value to you.

It is an addiction I can no longer renounce.

It is my perversion.

It is my sickness.

It is a suffering I readily accept.

The End