Are you afraid of how it would feel to have your hands drawn behind your back while being pressed against the wall – but you can’t stop thinking about it when you close your eyes?
Are you afraid of words that can slip inside and strip away everything, leaving you exposed and vulnerable, naked inside and out – and yet the mere thought makes you tighten inside?
Are you afraid of being drawn across lines that you’ve thought about but never crossed? Afraid the lines might cease to exist in the submission of thought into deed at the hands and voice of someone who understands those parts of you better then you do yourself? Of someone who knows just how to touch you on your neck to make you weak in the knees, knows how to tell you where to place your hands, knows how to hold you still so that that only thing that exists is the feel of his body against your own?
Does the edge of fear just make it worse, make you want it more? Afraid that what you desire most is someone who will take it all?
Ive yet to meet that lover who will make me weak in my knees….
Ive yet to meet that lover who will touch me as I like to be touched….
Shoved up against a wall with my hands tied behind me….
Having these yearnings, but afraid to meet a stranger!