You dream of rutting and crazed indulgences of the flesh until your lust and fantasy are sated in my arms.
But I have seen you. I know that it’s only part of what you crave.
You think you know. But I know better. You would love it wouldn’t you?
All it would take were a few words at first. The ones that make you wonder, question. The hints that the longing inside your head may not be unattainable. That the fantasy that you live on, may in fact be alive. Meeting your eyes and letting you see the intent inside me.
Realizing that I would keep you at my feet. That I would use my words to push you, glean submission from you. Test your body and will for my pleasure. Demand that you visit those places that you’re too scared to venture. And yet, you yearn for them so greatly, you cannot even express it. Make you yield, pull the longings from your mind and spin them into life. Realizing that whether you touched me or not, your body would know desire and your mind would know its place.
How much would you beg me to keep you there on that pinnacle of desire? What would you give me in word or deed to sharpen your senses on lust? So sharp that a whisper makes you jump and a touch cause your knees to collapse.
What’s the price for an experience that lasts far longer than a paltry weekend, that lasts as long as your submission does?
You think you know. But I know better.