like the rain, torrential. the way that the raindrops coalesce and trickle down just a little bit, but never enough. the way it doesn’t bother you at first, but gradually – the anticipation, making you wait – builds up in significance. somehow knows just when to bring you out of autopilot, with that shock. ohh fuck … bad ideas; but before you can contain yourself, as though it is sentient and it knows, it pours continuous. it takes hold instant. it lets go never. it feeds on your love, it corrupts that into hate, and these ultimate forces somehow manage to meet perfectly in between. levels you with one look, and goes to war inside of you while all your outward signs glow with the inexorable hypnosis
i get down on one knee. my eyes lowered. my head rests in the lap of luxury. these careful, fierce hands stroking your head, running through your hair; could end you instantly, but what’s the use in fighting it? i’ve got to try. i can’t just give in. what would that be like? fuck. did not wanna go there
clasp around your neck. the cold metal of buckles and secrets lock into place. helpless, pathetic. any attempt to get away enfeebled because you’re in too deep. move your hands or feet and it tightens around your neck just enough to remind you in case you forget. speaking of deep? hog tide!
you can’t put on the collar for just anyone. but every now and again … when you’re feeling invincible, unstoppable. that shock comes haunting and puts you back into your place. it’s pointless to keep fighting. don’t remind me. too late, it’s raining like thunder
just like that- tempest incarnate. i can’t take it off. it only takes a moment to put it on. just like that- eyes aglaze. i am a zombie. there’s always that chance, cutting off my oxygen and sacrifice myself if only i could come closer. a blur of fear and that other feeling. pulling me in. losing control and fast, i might never get it back. i might never want it back. but then, that would mean …
never mind. don’t know what i’m going on about. raindrops do their thing. a bonfire of self control for the chance you will break me and so i end up somehow being your own
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