The time draws near. He will let me know..the time, the date.
Limits are set (in the first instance). Safewords, damn I can't even remember those!
I am at the point of nervousness where I could scream.
The need for the reality to match the dream, the anticipation, the hunger. I am nearing an edge that makes me want to cry.
I feel small,
tiny,
alone,
a little adrift and lest I say out of control.
Already vulnerable, like noone can stop it.
and just a bit scared.
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| artist unknown |
