It’s not that I don’t think you’re submissive enough. Or masculine and muscular enough. I see the surrender in your smile and you’re a beautiful sight.
It’s not that you don’t posses the magnitude of power that I desire to be relinquished. I see it wrapped around you. Hiding you.
It’s not the words you choose to share from your heart that are beautiful and sincere. I believe you. I truly do. I can see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice. I can feel you drawing closer to me…I can sense your hunger.
It’s not that your eyes don’t dance when I approach. I see the life within them shining. And that’s what breaks my heart… just a bit. Because it’s simply not coming from the one I need.
There’s a beast in me that won’t come out unless it sees a formidable, brooding equal.
She lies in wait. Quietly surrounded by kindness. Watching for a sign or stirring of a daunting fearless prey. One that will match her strength and dance with her demons.
Many have come close. The words have all been spoken. And although professing to be fearless…time proves they are still held in her grip.
I choose to believe there are many fearless men in the world. Ones confident in their own strength, who embrace their frail humanity.
I still believe I’ll hear those words and it will cut through and call the beast inside me out to play.
Our demons will be familiar. The energy effortless. The rhythm, second nature.
He’ll be my muse and I’ll be his beautiful nightmare.
