I paint this

I don't see you. I feel you. A presence I can't explain. I try To capture the experiences, to paint the picture that will highlight the emotional spectrum that she evoke in me. I paint this: The softness of lying next to her, The intimate, pure feel that that comes after the violent fear, energetic fucking. knowing she take pleasure in terrifying me, knowing that my sense of security rests in the strength of her self control. This edge of danger,

I have the deep confidence that she would never purposely harm me, It's a peacefulness that still has an edge, that comes from anticipation of what comes next.

Passion that is violent, and tender; confident, unique. She touch me just right.

The lightest caress, the slight trace of a fingertip, or four fingers digging viciously into my inner thigh. The control she radiate when she grab me and pull me aside, or when she throw me onto the bed. I catalyzed my personal growth, and I appreciate her.

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