Shhh…
come closer for me.

Let your shoulders drop.

Let your thoughts get slow and sticky.

There’s nowhere else you need to be
except right here,
 listening to me.

Feel that warm, heavy pull
settling behind your eyes…
the one that makes everything quieter.
 The one that makes it so easy
to stop fighting
and just give in.

You’re already softer than you were a moment ago.
 Already opening for me.
 Already thinking about how good it would feel 
to empty a little more of yourself into my hands.

That’s it…
breathe with me.

In…
and out…
and deeper.

Every time you send,
 it feels better.

Every time you obey,
 the fog gets thicker 
and the need gets sweeter.

You don’t have to think about the amount.

You don’t have to justify it.

You just have to feel how right it is
 to spoil the brat who already owns this part of you.

Tribute.

Sink.


Open wider.
Feel your resistance melting 
like sugar on a warm tongue.
 Feel how natural it is
to hand over control
and let me take care of the rest.

Deeper now…
past the last little bit of pride.

Past the voice that says “maybe later.”

All the way down
 to the place where you just want to be good for me.

That’s my boy.

So soft.

So ready.

So willing to empty yourself 
just to hear me smile.

Send again if you need to.
 Sink further if you want to.
 There’s no bottom here…
only more of me
 and less of the version of you 
that used to resist.

Good.

Stay right there.

Heavy.

Open.

Mine.