Talking about pure fantasy…

The naturally masculine scent
emitting from his tan flesh
afire for me
is intoxicating
and I’m energized
by the voracious sway
he has over my mind
my very existence…
little did I know
the repercussions
of that first touch
that innocent act
of submission
when I opened my self up
for his exclusive role
in every aspect of my life…
for months
I’ve followed my own path
stirring up
or being the brunt of
mischief
leaving broken hearts in my wake...
but this man
with a will of steel
and passion like ice
so cold and biting
that an imp like me
is no match for his reality
and his desire for revenge...
secretive
and calculating
he plots his course for my feet
to follow
wherever he leads
and without question
I obey…
in the first moment
I realized his tender love for me
he inspired my devotion
above all else I hold dear
yet I quickly turned
and fled from him
once feeling his cruelly dual nature
understanding all too well
my captivity…
my natural inclination for survival
gives me strength
to overcome his obsession
as I shut my door in his face…
but with deviousness
and cunning
he stands at the thresh hold
laughing
my futile efforts to reject him
are invigorating
as the faster I flee
the more zealous he is
to punish my disregard
for his authority…
determined to make me see
the error of my ways
he allows me a little time
to compose my thoughts
and bring my actions under control
before he destroys me…
for he knows
the next time
he wants me
he’ll break my will completely
and surrendering
will be the only option left to me
then…

Athena Rose © 01/19/13

In that case I wouldn't assume surrender is defeat

In that case I wouldn't assume surrender is defeat


It's never a defeat when love comes calling...