Fragile

I like being fragile, but I am strong, too. I like that I am a miread of things. 

I can be a princess and a dirty whore. 

I can be the best girl that ever was who deserves the best rewards, but I can also be that insolent brat that needs to be tamed and punished, taken in hand. 

You can take me very willingly. Use me for your pleasure and enjoyment in a moment of desire and hunger, or you can approach me with awe,  love me, care for me, and perform all the elaborate, tender rituals that prove exactly how desperately you need me.

We can step into the blinding light and show the world how we love, or we can pull each other down into the darkness and do the things that no one speaks of creating a sacred space for just the two of us. 

Either way we will feed off of each other the energy we need in the moment to satiate our hunger. 

We will whisper to our deepest, most demanding demons, offering them what they beg for, the sweet, forbidden thoughts and the wild, impossible dreams they have always longed to possess.

I am more than what I appear.

I am softness and power.