The only thing I could do
to have her feel safe with me
was to have her be the “top”
often times.
Otherwise
the world, the feelings and
emotions
seemed all too much for her
in moments.
So I handed her the edges,
brought her to them,
took her near and above the abyss.
I’m honored to have been
that person for her,
that vulnerable and
delightfully feminine
woman.
I know she needed that.
She needs my ass, my laugh
and my moans.
We’re connected always.
I was there with her,
rushing into heaven
as she broke
a lot of her models
of oppression and shame.
She’s gone from me.
I’m gone from her.
But I’m glad she knows liberation
now
and that special Angel Land place
only two women can go.
Maybe we had an even
more special version of it?
A libertine & a perfectionist
caught
on the tumultuous earth.
Who’s to say?
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