I am beginning to think
that I was meant
to lose myself
in your love.
It took me days
to crack you open
and let your darkness
engulf me.
It took me hours
to reach your bottom
kissing all the scars
you have all around.
It took me a heartbeat
to know that
I was meant to
be your *** slave.
At one point
you were like
the sugar cubes
I put in my tea.
And another second
you were this controlling man
handcuffing me
to his bedpost.
In a sweet way
you loved me hard,
and in a rough position
you touched me gently.
I found you
lost in between
my legs, as if
worshipping me.
You loved me like
I was the art you like
the words you read
the music you listen to
the God you pray to.
The secrets you never told me
your wrote them on my body
with your rugged hands
and your wet mouth.
It was bliss
all the ******* we did
and the love that blossomed
a dream turned into reality.