This poem is too beautiful to be taken out of context as it has been. Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums and parks and monuments and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people.
The object of His attention and affection, gaining sexual excitement from servitude, a desire to be pleasing, willingly submitting, to be of His use. Submission is my choice, and my gift to Daddys-promise. Being here for His pleasure is my purpose. NSFW