Sir

I need You.
I need You to break through my fog, to find focus that only You can give me.
I need the pain, the steady rhythm of hurt to push me back into a place where I can breathe.
It's not sex, though You can have me anytime You want me, it's that push, that slow build from light swats to pain so bright it makes me sweat.
I need You to break me, I need the release, the control.
I need the aftercare.
That strong, sweet touch.
the reassembling of me.