The Fierceness of Desire

Written by: Christina Larmon

Take me. 

I am not your precious thing. 
Your porcelain doll held high above a shelf out of touch for fear of falling. 
I am not your frail, weak princess.
I will not break at the strength of your touch, so touch me. 
Hold me, break me if you can. 
Fill me up with your strength and I will match it with my own. 
Take me, hard. 
Till passion’s cup overflows mixing into something dangerous, something unexpected. 
Something beautiful. 

Be my match. 
Know me.