You monster.
It is you that holds me down on this bed,
That smothers me in this craze that some dare to name.
You bind me to this man not unwillingly,
But roughly and suddenly,
In a sightless haze of lust and aspiration that would down the strongest
tree.
It is you that chains my heart,
That weakens my mind with timeless tales and hopes,
That I fall into that unknown abyss.
But you,
You monster,
It is you that provides that anomalous pleasure,
False or true,
That some never know.
And I think it is more than worth it.
Just to feel.
Just to gasp and cry out,
For reasons unknown,
And not see the pain that lies ahead.
Pain that your monstrous stature will cause;
Has caused.
And yet I am convinced not to run;
Not to hide,
Though I know that it is you lurking beyond my dreams.
Love,
You are my monster.

 
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