I don't crave your heart,
I crave the command
In Your silence.
The bruises you leave,
Like scripture on skin.
You tether me
In leather and breath.
Every gasp a confession,
Every strike a deeper vow.
No safe words here
Only surrender,
Only the holy ache,
Of being owned
And utterly seen.
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 7:11 AM UTC
I don't crave your heart,
I crave the command
In Your silence.
The bruises you leave,
Like scripture on skin.
You tether me
In leather and breath.
Every gasp a confession,
Every strike a deeper vow.
No safe words here
Only surrender,
Only the holy ache,
Of being owned
And utterly seen.
