Dear Mister

Dear Mister,

This is another of Your weeks where i can tell You are going to be battle weary when You arrive home from the daily grind. It is a week where i will see the Wolf more often than other weeks. i may even find myself pinned beneath the Wolf due to a stray word or two. But i know that except as it is planned by You that You will never administer the death bite that you possess, i will be nipped, i will be bound in place, and You may claim every last bit of me and then scrape any remaining scraps again and again. But i know and trust You.

i offer myself to You. Make and take me as You see fit and as the Wolf demands. i may not always like the Darkness that You possess, but i love that the Darkness possesses me.

 

sweetness