Now lies exposed: my darkest untold stories,
where you have unearthed unspoken words
like keys to unlock every unwritten chapter.
There lay no caution in the haste of my unravelling,
for I know you see beneath my once intricate layers...
This is only the beginning of the breaching,
but what depths of me are you not already aware?
My true surrender lies far beyond the spillage
of intimate secrets and conceded vulnerabilities,
that seep through the cracks you've drawn in my seams.
I now teeter on the precipice of unfamiliar dimensions:
yearning to discover something more
as curiosities morph into desires aching for satiation.
It's my hungry tongue that imparts everything you need to know,
but I'm certain you sense more than what I've given away...
This is only the beginning of the breaching,
but what depths of me are you not already aware?
My true surrender lies far beyond quenched desires
and in the trust I effortlessly impart in your presence,
a prelude to everything I yearn to give to you.
In spite of my ambivalence to what remains unknown,
you've somehow evoked the dissolution of my hesitation...
like an anchor to ease every uncertainty.
I've never questioned your silent understandings
for I'm sure you know me more intimately than I could ever explain...
This is only the beginning of the breaching,
but what depths of me are you not already aware?
My true surrender lies far beyond any familiarity
and in everything foreign as I give myself completely,
when to you I offer my quiet acquiescence.
The fine line between pleasure and pain,
to be made sweeter with your control,
as I yield to every boundary explored.
Succumbing to tranquility at your mercy,
when I proffer the depths of my body unto yours...
This is only the beginning of the breaching,
but what depths of me are you not already aware?
My true surrender lies in the weaving of darker stories,
from the words that were once unspoken:
an infinitude of chapters ready to be written alive.
What depths of me are you not already aware?
