It's the closeness I miss,
of the tender touch you
planted deep inside,
leaving me wondering,
if you were ever mine,
how I'd show you the
way that I love.

I would offer mind and
body unconditionally,
choosing to serve you,
with wild abandonment,
following obediently
like a "Good Girl" does.

I would walk the earth
barefoot in chains,
selling my soul to the devil,
for a chance of your return;
sanctuary would be a sweet
exchange to follow you in
endless submission.*

I would breathe deep
passion into your soul
like seeds flowing in the
breeze of the wind,
watching them grow
teasing your senses,
tempting you back to me,
re-igniting your fire within.

All but a dream,
dreams of my fantasy,
out of touch with reality,
dreaming to escape,
refusing to self-medicate.
memories of sweetness
offer a warm embrace...