How drastically the scene changes
with the variance of but one inch,
an additional fraction of thrust
while face is held
perfectly still.
Your eyes widen to the new challenge
and regard the power in Mine
as I dance the dance that I will
upon your mute surrender.
In suspended breath you dangle
at My mercy
yet honor Me with your acceptance,
your submission
despite reflexive aversion.
I cherish your trust.











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