Invited or led, you are here now. You will be a witness to my visions. But I require more than a voyeur, I need an exhibitionist. I need a participant.
Close your eyes. Place your hands on your thighs. Spread them slowly for me.
Does it scare you – just a bit? Even as you respond, that act of reaching out for something that tempts you, something right at the edge, can cut deep enough to leave a mark.
And you do respond. Without understanding or knowledge, you feel yourself pulled in, taken by the promise held in what you feel and hear. Each word you listen to is an admission for a hunger that grows increasingly dangerous.
Do you ever think of having your hands pinned over your head, the force of a body holding you still for a moment, forcing you to just be, to just exist in the warmth of lips on your neck, in the teeth biting skin, tasting you from the inside out, driving you to let go and grab onto that feeling harder then you ever have in your life, to ride in the waves of heat as they wash over you. Isn’t that what you want most of all? To have it taken from you? To be placed, held, guided. To give in. To give it up.
Control is a subtle thing.
You give it up when you admit you want more.
When you admit you cross lines.
When you believe.
It scares me giving up the control every time.. but I do.. and will .. and for all the reasons you said.
perfect that you said believe.. as that is the basis of it all..that and crossing those lines.. for anyone..
Ah .. how well you do say it.. put it.. makes me gasp .. for of course I can hear your voice as well…
Thanks.. for all of it
I think Lea is right. “Believe” is the perfect word here.
It is about that leap of faith.
Thank you, as ever,
O
Again my breath is taken, just gorgeous.
most love and admiration, -la petite