Sabrina Morgan

It’s magic, and I need it. I need the immersion of it, I need the meditation on it, I need the absolution in it. I need to stand at the doorway with my crop or my words and my restraints, holding you back, pushing you, testing you, making you beg, making you push yourself as much as you need the struggle, surrender and release in this.

I want to answer the ache in you. I want you to know your tears taste so sweet. I want to leave you naked with your fears, helpless, broken. Struggling.

I want to watch you crawl through the broken glass of your psyche and come out, knees bloodied, breath ragged, feeling emptied and full again and braver. I want you to fall at my feet, not in worship but in something more potent… grabbing my ankles and touching each foot with a single kiss.

Simple ecstasy. Gratitude. Release.

I’ll touch you. We’ll breathe.