"The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs." Voltaire
You are my Pandora's Box; you've been opened, and there is no returning to Eden. You are the only one who can make me feel something.
Drifting loosely tethered to what was. Currents flowing, coaxing, calling to another destination Held in place and slipping into myself. That moment when I am exposed and vulnerable before you. Your fingers grip around my neck and everything settles into place. Nothing else matters. I am where I want to be. I choose this. Yours.
Submission is releasing the tight reign you have on your mind, your self-control, and letting someone provide what you need, sometimes something you didn’t even realise you needed. It’s quieting your busy mind that keeps trying to analyze everything, all the time and just giving yourself a chance to feel again. To experience what’s happening with yourself.
“I just know there’s something dark in me and I hide it. I certainly don’t talk about it, but it’s there always, this Dark Passenger. And when he’s driving, I feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don’t fight him, I don’t want to.”
“There are moments when, whatever the position of the body, the soul is on its knees.” – Victor Hugo
"Take me to the darkest corners of my mind. Drag me through my depravity. Strip me bare and show me my shame. Break me and put me back together. I am yours."