Control Stories

Her need was palpable, her musk cloying the ether An urgent yet subtle pant, palpable The abandonment of rationale and decorum evident Anxious fidgeting and vocal tremor The imploration in her eyes, welling forth her impending loss to the edge Conditioned she was, And, intentionally and within the container of our trust and knowing, I had edged and triggered her all day And now was the moment of visceral truth Her trust m...