The other day a man said to me…
“It’s cute how you think you’re in charge.”
My response was…
“It’s cute how you think I’m not.”
Like I don’t know you’re sitting there twitching
at the thought of me getting past that wall you’ve put up.
Like I don’t know what you sound like when you beg.
Like I don’t know you’re getting hard right now
while you’re thinking about the last time I told you “no.”
Like I don’t know just how much you crave.
Letting me have my way.
Letting me do anything I want.
Letting me own you.
I know you.
You need to keep this side hidden from the world, but…
I see you.
You can’t hide from me.
But you don’t want to.
You need someone to see this side of you.
You need me to know.
You need me to use it against you.
You need me to break down that wall
and slip the collar around your neck.
You need me to make you
You pretend like you don’t already belong to me.
But, with a little wine and a few whispers,
you’re touching yourself and confessing your sins.
Because you know I know what to do with you.
And you’re aching for me to bring you to your knees.
You long for that ache in the pit of your stomach.
When you’re clutching your cock.
When it’s pulsing in your grasp.
When you whimper
When I whisper
And you don’t.
Not because you’re not desperate and needy.
But because I said
Because pleasing me has become more important than
How you pretend you’re not