When I slap you and you look at me like you are scared of me – I fucking love it.
When I squeeze your little delicate neck and you look to me for mercy, I give it, but I love the look you give me.
When it hurts, and I see you struggle, but you invite the hurt nonetheless – I see the beauty in your sacrifice.
Submissiveness – when you grab that concept and run with it, and you dance with me in blissful agony; we are never closer than these moments.
Pain. Pleasure. Fear. Lust. Anger. Desire. Back and forth in a chaotic mess of emotions that somehow brings us together as one.
All is forgotten. We come together and it’s fucking beautiful to be a part of it.
Don’t think for one second I don’t recognize it.