First Blood I’ll win, but I still want you to fight. If you don’t resist and eva
First Blood I’ll win, but I still want you to fight. If you don’t resist and evade, I won’t know that you can. That there was an impulse there. Simply put, I won’t know that you wanted to see that I deserved it. I need to know you’re confident in yourself, and that you won’t just slip onto your knees at the first sign of a controlled personality. And maybe you’ll draw blood. Maybe there’ll be a moment where you actually get under my skin and crack the veneer for a second, showing something else underneath. Maybe you’ll get close to winning, close to actually having me falter in step, and trip over myself. Perhaps you might leave me speechless for a whole minute, before I think of something witty to break the silence. That’s when I’ll fall. I want to find a sparring partner, someone who will actually rise up to the challenge of being broken down, who will have something to break down int he first place. Who is assured and confident most of the time, so that when you’re draped around my feet, moaned pleas falling from your lips and shaking fingers tracing lines down my legs, I can see the contrast written on your face. To know that you’re this thing now, and so well put together the rest of the time. Make me think, just for a second, that I might not win, and you’ve already beaten me, at least in the way you want to win. But then this relationship was always a win win, wasn’t it? -- source link
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