I will tell you,

the words you need to hear,

that you're mine,

my little girl,

in every part

of your beautiful

body and soul,

that you belong

in this moment

only to me.

I will listen

to your desires

for as long as it takes

to know the deepest,

darkest images

from the bright core

of your hunger,

so I may give you

everything you need,

so you don't have

to tell me

as I stroke your face

with soft caresses

and explore your wet

longing.

I will make you plead,

beg for my touch,

and call me the names

you whisper at night,

in your lonely bed,

as you ache for it,

the surrendering softness

of your submission.

And you will come

when I say so,

after letting you wait,

savour the edge

of your loss of control

over your pride.

You will finally

explode in loud,

triumphant moans,

glorious,

in your utmost joy.

In my arms at last,

I will take you back

to a new present,

a reality

far from the realm

you craved to leave

through pulsing shivers,

and you will stand renewed,

your fire purified,

burning with the light

of this memory