He acts like he's never had a dirty thought in his life. That's why I so love to seduce him. And he surrenders so automatically, so wholeheartedly, so naturally. He naturally surrenders to me. He is my willing prey. I am the natural predator.

Nocturnal sleep walk off the bridge without looking down. The massive solid handsome Golden Gate bridge into the always deadly chill bay Pacific ocean. I am the initiator, and he follows through. I would create the jumping scene, I would know the most impressionable execusion, and he would bring down the axe, chop the gallow loose. He would knock the chair from underneath my feet, leaving me dangle there in the air twitching kinda morbid with the most spiritual look I'll ever achieve - quick, mom, take a picture. I swear I'll do it. I'll jump, I swear.

He would not try to stop me.

Oh how I must be filled with this man who does not stop me. He must be as close to me as possible. He can come inside me. This is no ordinary love.

So pure. So present. So perfect. Like every human. Oh, how I long to be a human like him. Oh, how I know what it's like to be him - to be perfectly human - only when I deliver him. Oh, how all the love songs I used to think were mushy ... are still mushy and I've found someone to bang heads with instead, dark beat and heavy wave, until the madness falls upon me and I decide I want to see his waist and he takes off his shirt without me asking. I decide I want to see his insides and he takes off his skin like my poppet. How he assures my best when he submits with such eagerness. So naturally the servant becomes the served.

Ah, to give and be received.

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