autobiographical,  femmedom,  Poems,  The Knight

I want, I want, I want

I want to be trusted

I want to be worshiped

I want to be understood

 

I want to adore him

I want to protect him

I want to watch him change and grow

 

I want to own his body

I want to hurt him

I want to lick his wounds

 

I want to be his lighthouse in the storm

I want him to reach for me in his sleep

I want to be his compass

 

I want to whisper “Mine.”

I want to hear him answer “Yours.”

I want to feel him relinquish himself to me

 

I want to hold him

I want to call him sweet names 

I want to make him my nameless, faceless, fuckdoll 

 

I want him

I want him

Mine

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