The Blood & The Bones

his gift.

taking has always seemed like a gift in and of itself
like a man who knows he’s offering an experience you can’t get anywhere else
one that is so far removed from the day to day pushing forward to gain ground
a woman like me must do to survive
I want to bow my head
I want to stop for a moment
I want to be susceptible instead of always on alert
I want to be vulnerable
this is taboo to those who see the world in muted colors
to those who cannot abandon power
because too many are afraid to lose themselves in something they want
but that’s what I want most
someone who sees my need to rest my dominance
and who desires me so carnally that consequence is irrelevant
someone who aches with it
who’s obsession with the pleasure and fulfillment of having what he wants
is vital to his continued existence
giving the gift of being wanted like air, like water, like sustenance

the blood
& the bones