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Text originally published on my BDSM website La Férule, laferule.com

Madame,

I want You to tie me up, to slide the ropes over my bare skin and squeeze them, as hard as the desire I feel for You.

I want Vos cordes to mark my flesh, to imprint their hollows, their lines, their trajectories, the intimate conversation we've been holding, on a thread, for all those hours when, side by side, we haven't spoken.

I want to go back into the icy winter night with Your burning marks, like a secret I carry under my clothes, to run my fingers over them and cherish them in the shower, then in my bed, like gifts You've given me. You're no longer there, but you're there all the same, all of you in those bluish-red crosshairs that pulsate through our dark hours.

I long to feel Your warmth, Your arms around me, Your breath on my neck, that breath that quickens as my body tilts toward You, as my head rolls onto Your shoulders, that inside I let go and melt, that I surrender to You and You know it, even if You won't say anything about it.

I want to, but I'm not sure Your desire is equal to mine. Fragile beginnings, sketchy roads that may lead nowhere, but that's not what's essential. The essential thing is my desire, this movement that rustles, shows, grows inside and carries me towards You, fluid and free. What's essential is the joy, the desire, the vitality of feeling myself a tree spreading its branches.

I want to.
And tonight, I see You.

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