i don’t want to be broken—

i want to be unmade

by the sound of her voice,

low and deliberate,

like velvet wrapped around a blade.

i want the kind of control

that whispers, not shouts,

fingers curled under my chin

lifting my gaze like a prayer.

she doesn’t need to bark orders—

just look at me like i’m hers,

and i’ll melt.

i’ll obey.

i’ll bloom open in her shadow

and beg to be filled.

i want to be ruined in soft light,

beneath the weight of her calm,

my name a secret spell she speaks

right before she makes me forget

how to breathe.

let her pin me with poetry.

mark me with kisses that sting.

use my body like a canvas,

then call it hers.

i want to be good.

i want to be undone.

i want her.