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As I stand and watch myself in the filmy dressing room mirror, I try to gauge your reaction. You often study me, and always appreciate me, but in this moment of contemplation, I feel like a work of art.
It isn’t the clothes you are choosing, it is the way they accentuate the curve of my hip and the line of my leg.
It isn’t the fabric you are concerned with, but the way it falls over my breasts and where it skims across my thigh.
It isn’t the color you are judging, but the way it compliments my soft creamy skin and the unusual hue of my green eyes.
When your fingers skim and shift, causing my heart to flutter and my core awakens, your eyes tell me that, yes, you are objectifying me. But because I long for it. Because I crave to be your possession. Because I’m just a little girl seeking approval.
So, when I ask you, shall I wear my hair curly or straight? Do you prefer the hoop earrings over the simple gems? Or, which stockings and shoes you like best?
It isn’t because I can’t decide.
I can, and I would.
But you’re here, Daddy, and you want me. So tell me how to make myself just as you desire.
Choose for me.
Decide for you.
Dress me.
The reward is absolutely worth your attention.
For the pleasure of seeing me shine under the spotlight of your love is surely artistry of it’s own.
Floating
Upon the breath
You gave me.
I beg the moon
To ask the sun…
Please
Give me this
New day.
The clock behind me
Sped too quickly,
Time before me
Ticking away
So, so slowly.
Let me drift
On the ocean
Of desire
Between us.
Let its waves
Lift me
To the peak
Of your avidity,
Before plummeting
Into the depths
Of my own voracity.
Let it lap away
At my insecurity
Until I swim
Freely in its
Decadence.
Let it destroy
The anchors
Of our inhibitions.
And allow me
To submit
To this journey.
Set me
Adrift
Toward the shores
Of your choosing.
Soon enough
This ocean
Won’t seem
So unending.
For now
I am floating
Upon the edge
Of the sunrise.
Waiting
For it to carry
You
Back to me.
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Bind me
To the edges
Of your imagination.
Strip me
Down to the nakedness
Of your desires.
Pin me
To the darkness
Of your will.
Make me
Obey the need
Of my submission.
Break me
Right through to the heart
Of my surrender.
Take me
Anywhere in the world
Of your words.
“Can you see?”
“No. I am still lost.”
“Lost where, little girl?”
“In the depth of the ascent.”
“Ah, so you are rising. You found your fin…”
“I don’t know. I wonder if I am simply drowning in my destruction.”
“Don’t you see? You already have!”
“What do you mean?”
“You have drowned… in the depths of your feelings. But you just said it yourself. You are in the ascent. You shed your clumsy legs and formed a lovely tail to assist you in the rise.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“The woman you were is gone, but you are now something new, something perhaps better. You are being born from the destruction that was.”
“Better…”
“Yes, child. Stronger yet softer. Quicker yet more vigilant. Accessible yet careful… Full of care… for yourself.”
“Oh… I do think I love myself.”
“It seems so. Look at me. Who do you see?”
“Noone. Everyone.”
“Yes! The world is your ocean, everyone it can either swim with you, drag you back down, or help guide you up for air.”
“Is this a revelation?”
“Do you still feel lost?”
“Yes…”
“Then you still have work to do, little one. Keep swimming, keep searching.”
“I thought he had the answers, but there were only more questions. And they weighed me down.”
“I’ve told you, the answers are within you.”
“Will my faith return?”
“That is up to you. To your heart. And who you choose to anchor it to. ”
“You never mention them.”
“Should I? Is your family truly part of these questions?”
“No. They are the constant. There are no questions there.”
“Exactly, sweet girl. They are waiting, in a boat, on the surface.”
“Oh… They are the goal? They are my end?”
“There is no end. Life is nothing but a plethora of new beginnings. A journey filled with lessons and adventures. You know this… you learn this constantly. You may shed your tail tomorrow and grow wings! You may transform a dozen times before you reach the goal.”
“But they are the goal.”
“No.”
“Am I the goal?”
“Finally! Yes… It is your journey, after all.”
“My journey… My ascent…”
His breath against my sweet skin
Ignites an inferno within
A burning need that seems ever present
Just waiting to be ignited
By that simple gust of air.
His fingers tempt and tease me
While also locking me in place
I cannot deny, I must surrender
But sometimes I try
When his hand is in my hair.
I’m lost inside this pattern
Of breathe, pinch and pull.
When his thumb grasps my chin
And he lifts my eyes
Locking me in his beautiful, piercing stare.
I melt beneath his fixation,
His soft lake water gaze
Warm and comforting
In familiarity and knowing.
Not like monotony, but like coming home.
You are mine, I am yours.
I am breathless with want
Suffocating under the need
To be fed… to be kissed.
His lips… where are his lips?
My mind spinning, thoughts reeling,
I try to focus, to seek out
That which I need more than anything.
But he rises up over me
And holds my face between his hands.
His determination glides
Into the heat of my desperation
And as he thrusts deeply
Filling and soothing that ever present ache
His mouth finally hovers over mine.
He slows, breathing my air,
Inhaling my magic, exhaling his love.
And my whole body rises to meet him
To beg for him and offer myself
In this, our most perfect connection.
And when I do, finally surrender,
Experiencing that blissful contact
When our mouths touch
And our souls embrace…
He steals my kiss!
And with it,
takes me to those places
That only
He
Can.
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