(1)

My willingness cannot be denied. Caught breath in attraction to your frightened expression. A thrill in the betrayal your eyes accuse me of. A hand gently smooths up your jawline to cup an unwilling cheek.

Disbelieving at a broken trust. Anger at yourself and at me. Unreasoning fear at your bondage, yourself at my mercy. Your love at my whim. Your life in my hands.

Brutal or ruthless? Cruel or obsessive, tender treating you like priceless glass. A thrill as gently, kindly, I rob your freedom to reject me. I swathe you in layer upon later of the softest silk to protect your body from breaking.

I trail the lightest touch down and inside your body. I kiss and arch into the tears that shine on your lovely eyelashes and drip down your bonds onto my arms, onto my hands that are holding you down.

My head thrown back and my eyes shut and my mouth open as I arch my wanting into your precious body. My blood is possessed with my obsession for you, burns through me in each pulse.

The taste of you lingers in my mouth. The scent of you fills my every breath. My soulful need to belong to you, merge, become one with you, drives my mind to think of nothing but you. My need for you. My all-consuming, sweet /need/.

Every expression, gasp, cry... I long for you. Far past a point where my love for you would compel me to protect you from fears or aggressions. Now, in this madness is only obsession. A smile or a scream, if you look at just me. A struggle or lust, everything about you I want to lose mself in.

I can never fill this need for you to satisfaction. This is a way to crazed or pleasant madness, where all that exists is you.

(2)

When I see your sweet face I want to break you, to see your face contort and gasp for me, see those blue eyes wide, and consume you- bones, flesh, thoughts, reason- to break your mind wide open and suck your soul down my throat.

I want to hear you pant, choke; mindlessly arch and scream for me. I want to possess you, inside you, surrounded by you and come inside, marking you as my territory.

I want to see you cry and grasp at your hair, out of control because you feel too much. I want to be the cause of that, control it, and be able to reduce you to spasms and incoherency on a whim. I want you to be consumed by me, always thinking of me; I want you obsessed and responsive to my touch.

I want to shatter any image of you that is not in my control. I want you to beg for me and lose all reason save for that which I give you.