Push

Touch the fire

that breaths life into me

burning me and threatening

to consume me whole

spinning to and from

the eagerness that makes

my blood boil.

Reach into me

and pull me back

touching the part of me

that could never before be touched.

Take me to that place within my soul

that will one day bring me

the peace that I crave

touching me deeply

and burning within me

with the fire of passion.

My blood boils for you

and my stomach churns

rushing forward into

the open wilderness

of my heartfelt slavery.

I am raw and real now

beyond anything I ever knew

because you were there

to show me where the sky

met the earth

and to point out to me

that craving is real

and that my origins

and who I am

is worthy.

You took me back to that place

seeking and burning with

the all-consuming fire

burned me with your words

and set me ablaze with

your dominion

a power I never knew and

never wished to return.

Yet I am here

and because of you

I can breathe again

touching myself

through the open wounds

that were once a heart

which could no longer live

let alone love.

And I am slave

as much to the feeling

and sensation of the world around me

as I am to you

and will ever be

burning with the fiery heated passion

of the kajira

the one who took from life

what it offered

and came to you

on the breeze

teaching me to breathe again

and giving to me

all that life wished for me

to have.

You are, when you touch me

more than Mistress

and more than life

and more than love

and more than everything

I've ever wanted

all combined

into one beautiful

rolling sensation

that brings me

to the edge of the desires

my heart has felt

for so long

and then.....

pushes me over.

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