I am not going to say I caught feelings,
Because I do not want to ruin anything.
What we have is molten and consuming;
Magma burning under stone,
Flames licking a blacksmith’s tools,
Forged in heat, molded to your will.
If I say I caught feelings
Would that be the end?
Your hand against my cheek,
Tilting me up to face your smile…
How could I not fall under that sweet touch?
What masochist could resist the risk
Of catching feelings for their sadist?
Yet, if I say a word, like steam, it could be gone.
So, I am not going to say I caught feelings.
And I hope you will let me stay with you
Through the tectonic plates that crumble life,
Even if just for that occasional night of hedonism.
I need that touch, that pain, that kiss.
I will be your slave,
Kneeling with palms up, eyes down.
I long to be your slave just one more night.
And one more night after that,
Should the goddess Eir permit it.
So, I will never say I caught feelings.
Have you caught feelings too?
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