I fell hard with relief
for being desired after so long, felt like finding water in a desert
I lost my sense
Captured in your confident swagger
The Butch pretension, drove me to my knees
The strength of your arms and thighs
How you led and pulled my chair, touching me briefly with possession
Beneath you, listening to little cries as you feel your way
Tell me is it wrong to want, the security or promise?
From years of being a shadow I was intoxicate by your
Certain stroke
As if you knew me as an instrument of your creating
Pressed beneath you, struck by lightning
A woman is never more beautiful than when she is strong and knows what she wants
You wanted me and I longed for your deep kiss awakening me from obscurity
It is a form of madness and when removed the wound is long to heal
Nothing that comes to pass changes the stamp on my soul
Some emotions are as real
As the hand you feel
Clutching your heart