“We are no guiltier in following the primitive impulses that govern us than is the Nile for her floods or the sea for her waves.” Marquis de Sade

To Whom You Belong

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.

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