I lie in the recesses of your mind
In that dark corner you rarely acknowledge exists
You know the place I speak of well
For it is there that I know you see me
Who I truly am
Raw, exposed, naked, needy, completely vulnerable to you
There I lie perpetually at your feet, waiting for your glance, your nod
Your approval, your permission
To be released
To serve
Be served
Played with at whim
Tested
Pushed
Explored,
Prodded,
Tasted
Filled
Consumed
Until the hunger in you is sated
When the darkness in your mind
Turns a bright crimson, as it bleeds out, into mine.
Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
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