You are completely… mine!

You are completely… mine!

He is searching for himself, for his other self,
to make him whole.
He sees himself reflected in his own self,
where there is no room for blind spots
or for the purest form of being.
Shame causes a mist of dewdrops to fall over the mirror…

Behind him stands she.
Her sadistic laugh roars in his ear.
A strange kind of feeling takes hold of him.
Is it fear that shivers through his body?
Or is it pure passion that he feels
as she lets her gaze wander over his naked body.
Hiding is pointless to her,
she sees right through all his layers.
Straight to his soul.

He feels the first lash mark his skin
but he doesn’t stop counting until ten.
He feels her passion,
her pure surrender,
to lay his soul bare for her.
And one by one, she strikes her way to his deepest core.

She drapes him in garments,
like a slut, he stares at himself.
His naked body barely shaken off.
He kneels.
He licks.
He wants to bow even lower for her,
for she alone knows his deepest self.
She holds the reins of this.
She rides him like a skilled horsewoman.
She commands and he obeys.
And only he and she know the “why.”
No one else will understand
how she stokes the flames within him
and at most extinguishes them when she is done…
for that moment…

And it is those flames,
her flames that race through his body
when he gazes upon himself.
And the moment he is complete,
his other self,
surrounded by her flames,
has embraced her intimately,
she will write the words on his skin:

You are complete…mine.

© Mrs Moriah
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