Donna

In your eyes I can see, I am all your desires, cravings and aches. The obession to which you wish to be bonded forever. And you'll gladly pay for your prize with endless tears. I cannot deny the passion you stir in me and that pours out for you virtually every moment that we exist and is as strong as your love and commitment. Your warped mind is a treasure to me. It propells you into the dark where I enjoy your pleading. I watch your strange love of suffering and you bring me into your soul to relish it with you. I am amazed when you do this. I think its for me but it somehow fills you. I see that you must be with me each night and your craving is desperate and way beyond anything normal. You cannot exist without it. You must feed on me. I am completely invested in you. I must have you, strenuous, throbbing and twisting, and sometimes shrieking for my entertainment. Your gift to me. No matter how I exercise its power, which I so enjoy, I can only own it as a gift. I do it sometimes just so that I can make you bear it. You bear it again and again without complaint. Because it is a gift, love can remain. And no matter what you bear, you have solace that it is a gift from you. I can never take that away. I experience joy when you delight in my voice and follow its flow. Can I hold you forever? My intense, inner desires combine with your foolish love and willingness to become everything and anything I can delight in. I think you must be stupid to give so much until I realize that your gift is the one I treasure. I want to hold you and have this kiss forever. You are a feast for my senses and a slake for my thirst which always returns. How you have given over control to me is a measure of your soul. How I accept it and play it over and over again is a growing obsession, that knows nothing but pleasure. I want to hold you, kiss you and taste you more than anything else I have ever desired. Our passion is easy for me and so hard on you. You rebound again and again seeking even more to steady our hearts and increase our hope. Your suffering holds you while you await the eventual tender moments that always come and you once again drink in my love. I look at you admiring everything that you are and desiring the moment when I can take you at will. Please, give me your tears again.