Sensational in nearness, I request your entire consideration.

Waver and acknowledge the outcomes.

Approach me with deference and expect the like consequently.

I am your wanton God, your strict Governess, your patient Teacher.

I will deny you of the one thing you need most and hold it suspended just past your achieve, watching you longing eagerly, unendingly desiring the protest, my endorsement.

My interest forces me; I want to watch you caught, getting to be distinctly mad, similar to a moth under glass.

Issues are my top choice; no solace to swing to, having you bound and uncovered before me.

I take pride in my Art, driving your brain through a labyrinth of decisions, all prompting to deadlocks.

There is no escape when I hold the key.

My Non-verbal summons direct your destiny; I will draw you to the edge of human perception, and force delicately on the heartstrings of your points of confinement, cutting into the edges of your carelessness.

My attentive eye enters your solaces and your feelings of trepidation, concentrate the path in which your muscles contract and unwind, your heartbeat revives and breaths turn out to be short.

You break into an on edge sweat before my drive crushes over your spirit.

Heartbeats stunning, pound in your trunk, animate to my progression.

Twist mixes over your back, arousing recollections, bad dreams and dreams.

Calfskin gnawing into your skin, awkward squeezing liquefies into floods of warmth, the blood streams, blushing the scars I departed on your back, shoulders, and the bends of your thighs.

I give you decisions, yet hold every one of the results.

I'm your uneasiness, your dread and your solace.