Today, I updated my FetLife profile because for the first time in over a year, The Boyfriend and I had pictures to add (post to come about that later tonight because I have stuff to do right now…)! So, I didn’t want to add them to a basically abandoned profile.
While I was updating, I came across this poem that I had written about a year ago and felt like I wanted to share it here – for all of the people who can’t see my FetLife profile.
His hand wrapped around my throat, and I felt safe.
His fingers pressed into me, my breath suspended.
He watched me closely, waiting for the signal.
I tapped out and he stroked my hair.
I gasped and felt truly alive.