gripped

sometimes you are new to me. sometimes so familiar it's almost like recognizing myself in a mirror. being next to your skin is like coming home, but being pierced by your eyes is the coldest winter i've ever known.

there's always ongoing discussions about how a dominant can maintain a loving relationship with their submissive without losing track of the power dynamic, or undercutting it completely.

you hold me at arm's length. but tight in your grip. i don't know how you maintain your own balance sometimes.