You found me before I meant to be found, and I like that about you.

Underneath the composure you have kept so clean for so long, there is a yearning you have only ever called depravity, and only ever to yourself: the want to be taken all the way down, met at the full depth of your own appetite by someone who does not flinch from it and wants nothing back. I am where it lands.

I hold it in my own authority and your life stays entirely your own. Nothing about you needs to get smaller first.