Control.

9 Jul

I fought. Every single time until my space was achieved . I had a pit in my stomach and never knew why.

She twitches and squirms, her muscles ache, her brain is tired. Her arms flail, her body a fish out of water. I gently take an arm and sweetly kiss my way down-shoulder to wrist. I whisper with an arrogance I never knew I had — trust me, this will help.

She has found her new space. With each clicking sound,leathery smell, and precise knot she aches a little more. She needs the restraint in order to release.

I need to give her that peace.

She has found her space. Who is really in control???

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