come here...

Come here, girl.
Kneel before me & spread your thighs.
It's not the collar, It's not the bite of a chain.... It's the fire in your senses: darkness panting in your brain.
I'll take you here & now.
You don't deserve a bed. I'm not your husband or your brother. not your father or your friend.
I'm the itch you cannot scratch.
I'm the rip you cannot mend.
Leave that on.
You're always naked in my eyes.
I'm the hand around your throat.
I'm the thrill you long to feel.
I'm the moment of your peak, I'm the one who makes it real.
Lie down.
Open up.
I'm already in your head.
Fear me.
Hate me.
Curse me.
I'm the one who makes you whole.
Want me.
Crave me.
Need me.
I'm the author of your soul.
Submit to me.
~Anonymous