It begins with a trigger, a flicker of yearning.
Stimulation of memory, and self, activation.
A whimper escapes, subtle, understated, coy seduction of soul and mind.
It’s deep, visceral, denial ineffectual.
An ache begins, eyes wide, dilation, glassy.
Sexual, yes, but it’s not the whole….
Over me, over obstinance and won’t and can’t and no.
Make me crawl, make me kneel.
Stand firm until I do.
Take the brat and crush the fight she uses as her shield.
Remind me, until I recall, with clarity.
My place, obedient, passive.
Humbled, at your feet.