Our Mad Love
Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power…words we live by. Even though he has never said those three little words, I know he loves me when he sings this oath. He is not a normal man so why would he love like one? He may hit me, he may be mean, but he protects me, even kills for me, that is how I know. Sometimes his jealousy gets the best of him and I live for this moments; god help anyone who disrespects HIS queen. I know he is the love of my life. The giddiness I felt when I first laid eyes on him is still there. I still feel butterflies in my stomach when his blue eyes pierce mine and the thrill that rushes through me when his long fingers skillfully apply pressure on my windpipe only intensifies with time. The intensity in his eyes when he watches me dance in the glass cage he built for me the center of his club. The way he wraps his arm around my waist possessively when other men gaze longingly at me; a deadly mistake. The sound of his heartbeat when I lay with my head on his chest at night; even though his insomnia keeps him awake most nights he still lays with me until I drift off. The times when he is so stressed that he doesn't eat or speak I pull his head into my lap and weave my hands through his neon green hair as I hum lullabies to him. Sometimes I will wake up to find him sleeping with his head between my breasts, snoring lightly. After long heists we lounge in the large marble tub for hours, washing each other and goofing around. We don't take anything seriously except each other. Even though he is the dominant one in our relationship we both know that I hold the power. He lives for me and I live for him; my puddin', my Joker.
