I really want to be pushed to my limit. And when that limit is met I want to be pushed a little bit more.
I want to look into your eyes and know that I’m safe, even when I’m screaming in pain.
I want to be told how proud you are of me when I’m struggling to catch my breath and on the verge of tears.
I want you to burry me in your chest when I’m so out of it I don’t know where the boundary between fear and pleasure ends.
I want you to hold me there and not let me go until I’ve softened and remembered who you are and that you love me. Till I have relaxed and realized that I’m ok and that that experience was out of this world amazing.
And then I want to cry and have you kiss my tears and tell me it’s all ok.
Then just when I think I’m safe, I want you to do it all over again. Push me to my limit.
Maybe a little farther this time.
I am really feeling this way tonight.
Push me. Please.
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