Well then. Bliatz has tagged me – and if Bliatz can find the time to tag me, I must attend.
The rules of this tag:
1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Search the archives for the 23rd post.
3. Find the 5th sentence, or closest to.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas.
5. Tag 5 people to do the same.
I can be quite good at following rules, when inclined. Result?
I knew she wanted to be taken down.
Which, pardon the eccentricities of speech, begs the question: how do I know when she wants to be taken down?
It is in the way she shies away from my hand when I reach over to touch her cheek, afraid to let me that close least it become *too* apparent.
It is in the way she dares me, an intricate dance of words and looks that are meant to push me into taking it from her.
It is in the way she steps back far enough for me to see all of her.
It is in the way she sighs into my grip when my hand finds a place against her.
It is in the way she dresses in black and red when she wants my attention.
It is in the way she is vulnerable, her trust a gift of responsibility and a promise of submitted redemption.
It is in the way that she reacts to every touch as if they were meant somewhere more intimate and closer to the skin.
It is in the way she sees me as my better half.
And it is in how her need carves from me the essence of her wants and in its weight I become everything to her.