Empathy, Ideally

Captivated by submission, her release,

Noiseless gaps for air signal her response,
A calm before the quiver.

Her knees almost set in stone,
That no elbow can counter.
But muscles tire, submit.

Convulsions and grimaces,
Because it is no easy task
Allowing oneself to be taken by force.
Thank you for making me worthless in your eyes,

Because that is the point of all of this,
Confidence.

A humble confidence and the knowledge
That you will always have ultimate control,
And it kills you.

Here is your reminder:
Listen carefully,
"You will never be any less than this."

I have brought her to her lowest,
And in exchange, her worship,
And gratitude.

Incessant fear eats away at my innards like a parasite leeching nutrients. I am controlled by an entity. This fear is not an emotion. This fear is alive. It is a narcissistic fear. This fear feeds off of my heart and my muscle debilitating my mind & limbs to create "me". A poorly sewn together sack of flesh, hair, muscle, blood, and urine. Most seek to conquer the world and walk on-high to soak in their success. I, inversely, long for the opportunity to cleanse my skin of the dirt I have been laying in all of my life.

Desire. Lust. Passion. Crime. Fear. Love. Bullshit.

As long as I don't make it,
A promise to perish,
Bears the heroism of sacrifice.