... with which you can steal horses and climb over fences. I'm the girl that the other boys always envied you for, a buddy, sometimes rough, always in the mood for fun, laughing a little too loudly and sometimes fragile and absorbed, until midnight on the beach, with starry eyes enjoying the beauty of the world, in the concert hall, with tears in my eyes because music can be so painfully beautiful. And pain, pain can also be my music, freeing me and giving me wings.
When the door of social norms closes behind us, you must force me into submission! And I mean that literally. You are welcome to carry me on your hands outside, but behind closed doors I want to be pressed to the ground. I want to feel you, your strength, your power, your will to submit me, to hit me, to force me. I want to stagger on the wave of pleasure when you pull the ground away from under my feet and feast on my pain. I want to suffer for you, but I won't ask for it. I need that overwhelming feeling of powerlessness. Only then can I and I want to be entirely yours.
And then ... in the calm after the storm, maybe we can listen to music together, look at the stars and admire the beauty of our night together.