M to S

When I’m feeling good, I know you’re feeling the best in the world. It doesn’t matter what we’re thinking.

I remember the first time I leaned in to kiss you, you flinched. How I grabbed your hair and pulled you to me forcefully. I gave you a wet kiss. I knew you were attracted to me, just restrained. I released you.

You give me exactly what I need. And when I need it, I push you against a wall, ram my hand into your underwear, take what’s mine.

I’ve run out of words, only speaking with our eyes. You’ve learned how my pupils move.

I love bringing out the little nymphomaniac inside you, to give her the stage. The one that everyone told you to repress. I want her free.

You submit by choice because I learned all the buttons to push, what turns you on or off. How to fast forward, rewind, stop. How to increase the volume and when to decrease it.

I’m a predatory lion and you alternate between being my cub and my lioness. Depends on what I need and want. Sometimes I give you the stage.

How do I know this, when I bite into a juicy steak on a pan in bed, only salt and pepper, relishing it so much.

When I choose the lioness, submissive with initiative, I give you space to play.

Bursting from being so horny, a ticking time bomb, exploding, controlled, savoring.

All to the extent that I choose. The situation between us, it’s me and you, first me then you. The together will be earned and you will lose the alone.

Both of us dripping, you’re dripping wet beside me. It’s not them it’s me, me that is standing here next to you, with a wicked smile. Love it when you call me egotistical, chauvinist, maniac, objectifying. You know everything is always in moderation. It’s so complete (right?) that it makes you angry.

But that’s okay, the anger dissolves, you’re wet and you’re in the clouds.

I’m full of mantras: what’s bad throw away, keep what’s good close by. That’s me, always me, closed, changing when needed, not forced, always real, an artist, handsome, a real man. Yes I’m not embarrassed to say, that’s why I chose a real woman. Not one that anyone could dominate or one that anyone could ignite. I have keys and lots of roads, that’s a man with a car. You’re exactly what I needed. A slave to fill what’s missing and I’ll fill your engine, the heart. With gasoline, with whatever fuel you need. The steering wheel is in my hands, I’ll decide for both of us. You’ll see all the sights so just be steady even during the curves in the road. A/C when you need it. I’ll listen to you, the engine, the wheels, the steering wheel, even the seats. I’ll know what’s needed, when and why. Don’t worry I chose you for the same reason I chose me. Being whole, not perfect. We’re the best.

I’ll take off my shirt, all the pretension. When I want, you’ll see all of me, without masks and with my scars, exposed. Without fear, without judgment. No lies. Clean. This is me, a master that dominates with the trinity of mind, body, and heart, in that order.

Are you enjoying yourself? So enjoy, love. You are my one

The one

By Eli Dom