My Hunger

I am a Master, all about control, and yet right now, facing great tragedy, I feel as if I have none. I find sanctuary in the one place I've promised I will never be again, but cannot seem to resist. Her arms. I feel her hunger, taste her passion, as if this is her escape, too, as if she is running from something I do not know, burying it in this kiss. It calls to me, drives me to want more, tells me she does know loneliness. She knows pain and it is that pain that is bringing us here, to this moment. It's why me as Master and her as submissive do not matter. Why I crave every touch, every stroke of her tongue.