musicfan1976
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I was digging through some old files of of a blog I used to keep and found this. I wrote it years ago and was pretty proud of it at the time. Having been through a few, umm...spirited relationships it made a lot of sense. I don't know if it resonates with people, but I figured I'd share it.
Hope you enjoy.
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Two households, both alike in dignity,...From forth the fatal loins of these two...A pair of star-cross'd lovers...the continuance of their rage...What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend."
- Romeo & Juliet
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It starts when one day I'll whip you and smack you and you'll get feisty and hit me back.
It starts the moment we meet. I'll wonder what you're thinking as I make my move to kiss your cheek and get close before it's time to say good bye. I'll ask for your number. I'm most likely a bit more nervous than I appear and so are you.
There is definitive heat generated from these emotional and (playfully?) violent attacks.
You'll wonder if I'll call. Am I for real or am I like the rest of them all? Oh this time, you swear - no games. I swore it too. No one says it, but let's make a toast - to empty promises.
I'll tie you up because we're twisted, your body writhing on the sheets. Moaning and groaning, arching your back, teasing me, calling out for me.
Will we survive this roller coaster of emotions that we experience all the time? The butterflies. The seemingly successful science experiments that brought us together in the first place. It's so different with you. Easier. It's never been like this before.
Begging to be spanked. Begging to let it all out. Begging to feel emotions you desire. I hear your body talking, 'I want to feel. I can't do this alone. Bring me there.' Begging because we both *need* the flame burning higher.
If you're lost I will catch you. I'll be waiting. Time after time. But time goes on and we start to chip away. That habits not so cute anymore. Why do you insist on____? Could you just for once____? What? Again?
I'll take you higher. This is the real thing. Electricity fires as if shot from the hands of Zeus himself as I strike your bottom with great fury. No longer alone in a quiet bedroom. Transported elsewhere mentally and emotionally. Stinging. Shocking. Love it and hate it. Wait, what are we doing? But this is what I wanted. Is it? Isn't it? Pushing the limits as we're caught listening to you to scream out. Doubt is cast. And it burns, burns, burns.
Minor tiffs become arguments. In arguments we fire insults. Insults become wounds. And wounds become scars.
You beg. You demand. Hurt me. Bite me. Hit me again. Harder. Is that all you got? Harder. I said, HARDER! Clenched teeth. Clenched muscles. Choke me. Put your fingers around my neck. I want... I want.... I want...
Love is like a punishment.
Love is like a punishment.
Hope you enjoy.
**************************
Two households, both alike in dignity,...From forth the fatal loins of these two...A pair of star-cross'd lovers...the continuance of their rage...What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend."
- Romeo & Juliet
****************************
It starts when one day I'll whip you and smack you and you'll get feisty and hit me back.
It starts the moment we meet. I'll wonder what you're thinking as I make my move to kiss your cheek and get close before it's time to say good bye. I'll ask for your number. I'm most likely a bit more nervous than I appear and so are you.
There is definitive heat generated from these emotional and (playfully?) violent attacks.
You'll wonder if I'll call. Am I for real or am I like the rest of them all? Oh this time, you swear - no games. I swore it too. No one says it, but let's make a toast - to empty promises.
I'll tie you up because we're twisted, your body writhing on the sheets. Moaning and groaning, arching your back, teasing me, calling out for me.
Will we survive this roller coaster of emotions that we experience all the time? The butterflies. The seemingly successful science experiments that brought us together in the first place. It's so different with you. Easier. It's never been like this before.
Begging to be spanked. Begging to let it all out. Begging to feel emotions you desire. I hear your body talking, 'I want to feel. I can't do this alone. Bring me there.' Begging because we both *need* the flame burning higher.
If you're lost I will catch you. I'll be waiting. Time after time. But time goes on and we start to chip away. That habits not so cute anymore. Why do you insist on____? Could you just for once____? What? Again?
I'll take you higher. This is the real thing. Electricity fires as if shot from the hands of Zeus himself as I strike your bottom with great fury. No longer alone in a quiet bedroom. Transported elsewhere mentally and emotionally. Stinging. Shocking. Love it and hate it. Wait, what are we doing? But this is what I wanted. Is it? Isn't it? Pushing the limits as we're caught listening to you to scream out. Doubt is cast. And it burns, burns, burns.
Minor tiffs become arguments. In arguments we fire insults. Insults become wounds. And wounds become scars.
You beg. You demand. Hurt me. Bite me. Hit me again. Harder. Is that all you got? Harder. I said, HARDER! Clenched teeth. Clenched muscles. Choke me. Put your fingers around my neck. I want... I want.... I want...
Love is like a punishment.
Love is like a punishment.
