A little poem that encapsulates the feelings I sometimes have about my creativity/art. I was trying to communicate something in this photo, but lacked the patience to do it. – I want to get it right. Just. Right. The angle, the lighting, the motherfucking words But perfection isn’t possible (No, I’m not patient enough for …
This body obeys only my command I’ll not bend to your request for favors Your fervor to claim me will go unanswered Your demands to wrap me in silk will remain unfulfilled I do not a master in you seek Nor a Dom, a Daddy, or a man to place me in chains Your assumptions …