Them together, safe in a teeny tiny tent

she realised something about herself; she did like restriction, enclosure, bondage.

When she was with him, it was like they were both in a beautiful velvet and fur lined tent. A teeny tiny tent.

They breathed each other’s air. Warming themselves with each other’s passions. Invisible chains bound them together for eternity.

In that tent they learnt the language of each others moods & bodies. Decipher the clues & cues of their yearnings. ¬†They transposed signs & signals to become drunk on their heady “D/s, S/m and IloveU”.

I want my cake, I want your heart.

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I want my cake and to eat it, then I want to eat your cake and also save some of your cake for later.

I would also like to have a rummage in your pantry to see if you are saving any other cakes, maybe I shall even buy you the ingredients to make me more cakes – and I want to taste the love in them!

I want your heart on a plate – I will take it and nail it to my own. Using the nails that hung Christ on the cross – these are the nails that I will use. Nails used by mere humans to hammer home the eternal human fear of loss and pain. These are the only nails that I can use, that are worthy of using.

In return for this I can offer you longing, I can offer you want, I can offer you craving, I can offer you eternal hunger and yearning. I can offer you unrequited love without the poetic, romantic softening just the harsh reality of “it’s not fair!”