Surrender To Me by Laura Bailey
Surrender To Me
My captor. My foe. My beginning and end.
My captor is a secret. He keeps me here. He instructs me to leave while I can..
A man as threatening as he is enchanting, a man whose touch sears me, a man whose snapshots of dedication are more awful than his hardness.
From the minute his eyes held mine I had no real option except to surrender to all that he was; his dim yearnings, his enthusiasm, his quality.
A capable fixation and prohibited needs expend us both. Bound to his dull sexuality, we set out on a clash of wills. He pushes me to the edge.
He looks for discharge in me, fleeting getaway from the torment and forlornness that fills him. He conveys the scars of the eerie legacy of dim mysteries.
His cravings are verifiable, our fixation inescapable, yet he doesn’t put stock in me.
We can’t be as one.