and he whispered to me, in hushed sweet words... I need to not want you,
he tells me that I am his light and his salvation I ease the beasts and quiet the madness
he uses his words like a sweet elixir rolling over me, drugging my senses,
dragging fragmented fantasies out of my head and baring them for the world
stripped naked of all feelings, raw and open, I welcome him
he speaks to me, in a deep baritone, saying "baby, love, sweetheart" all those things he knows will melt my resolve
he whispers to me, "give me everything because I am a greedy lover"
he begs me for entrance, he demands my comply
quietly and completely
in guttural tones from that mouth he would utter, give in to me,
he would demand I pay tribute, letting my sex ride and torment him
he would say give in to me
he who drinks at paradise gate, he who taste the wine
he would torment me let his tongue peruse paradise
he who has drunk my wine, lay homage to my throne, worshiped at my feet
he who is both subdued and aggressive
he would take and he would give so equally
both my master and my slave
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