Moth to the Flame (warning: poetry ahead)

[Deleted Member]

Why does the moth return to the flame?

It stings, it burns. It might bring the end,

but it draws it, despite all sense. It’s the voice

whispering inside you, that tells you to touch

the fire, to step out in front of the train. That

tells you to just… jump. No, you tell it. Hush.

But still you look, and your fingertips tingle.

Anxiety stirs in the pit of my stomach: we

don’t do this, we don’t risk like this. But I

want to.

You’re out of my league. You know more,

you’ve tried more, and you’re not afraid

to just be you. You’re a hand reaching out

to pull me into a whole new world. My feet

are planted firmly on the ground, but my eyes

are glued to the fire, and my fingertips are

tingling.

 

(I started talking to a new Dom. And I think I might be outmatched...)

[softrayne]

Oh, yes I can definitely relate to this.  Being outmatched is both arousing and infuriating at the same time. Good luck!

[Deleted Member]

Like Bette Miller once sang "it's the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live". Good luck !

[kree90]

I love this. And feeeeellll it lol