The Blood & The Bones

I can’t help it…

Is it an addiction?

The way I seek it out..

The feeling of making them feel good for the first time in a long time..

Or ever even.

I know that I get high on it. I know it fills the hunger and lust inside me.

Being the one that shows them what it’s like to throb again. To stand at attention. To long for what they have waited and wasted away in the absence of or, even better, have never experienced but always needed.

To encourage them to embody their full masculinity. Being true to the truest parts of their psyche.

To feed the famine in their heart and mind and loins which has long gone unabated.

To be a place of yearning, of desire, of want, of need. To bury their sins in me knowing I can take it so easily.

There is much fulfillment in fulfilling the craving even if they’ve never tasted the sweetness of what I make them ache for.

I am so gratified in showing them the way.

In showing him how to shed the skin of the lesser man. In helping him grasp and grow into his true consciousness. Then rip the threads right out of the seam where he’d sewn the control into his being.

And then it is them who becomes addicted to me.

the blood
& the bones