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By the Norns

The first time you begged, I nearly lost all my sanity.
I had to steel my every nerve to not let my hands stutter,
To not lose the cadence of my strikes.
I silently cursed myself for not binding your mouth,
The way I had your hands.
Please... You whimpered.
It was too much and not enough all at once.
I gripped the strap tighter in my fist and swung,
The leather biting into my palm,
Before blazing across your thighs like wildfire.
Christ.... You are so sweet like this,
Shivering and wanton under my ministrations,
Hanging on the cusp of delirium.
When the fever of your avarice peaks,
I deliver you from your purgatory,
Leaving you groaning in a volley of white.
Mired in our lusty haze, my mind turns back the page to when we met.
I walked out into the cold of that January night,
Stalking through a seemingly endless sea of people.
I was making my way to the park,
Intent on diverting my abrasive thoughts with a run.
By the end of that course, my body put through its paces,
My mind had settled to a low buzzing sound,
Punctuated by the beat of my heart straining to return from its frenzy.
I lingered at a grove of trees then,
Watching my breath billowing out in frozen gasps,
Before the winter chill reclaimed me,
The conceit of hot coffee too much of a lure.
I’ve never asked you where you were headed that night.
It hardly matters now, what with The Norns seeing fit to intercede.
But, I am glad it was you, tumbling like dry leaves into my wake.
You were so docile, as you slowed to walk just behind me.
The way your head instinctively lowered as you met my pace.
Your eyes moving to caress the barren ground at my feet,
Your hands moving silently behind your back to hold your own wrists.
So willing to acquiesce to my impassioned steps.
I see now, how Skuld drew us together.
Those clever Sisters, ever looming, guiding us to waltz the same path.
Their spry fingers, having woven the threads of our lives together,
Melded a crucible out of our sameness.
Lying with you now, the subjugating strands cradling us in our fate,
I fall asleep with thanks and praise,
And the taste of you on my tongue.

(2014)

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