אחרי השקיעה... לפני הזריחה...

I love that you own me, in such a terrible and absolute way that sometimes I can't breath without your approval. I want you to mark and scar and bruise and bite, I want you to growl and shake and push and strike, I want to be covered and filled and bent as you subjugate me. I want you to see my eyes wide as I lay still, my trembling body, my parted lips, and the sigh of the faithful when looking at my king. I worship and adore you and can't find the words (especially in Hebrew) to describe the deep and intoxicating feelings I have for you. It is not only sexual and romantic submissions it has become everything to me. I imagine that if ever, this is the only feeling that never ends and that unlike LOVE man hasn't yet ruined the word for it so it is hard for me to find. And thank god for that.

It devours me, it leads me to surrender and it turns me from a pretty spoiled self centered girl into a sexy well tamed and trained vixen.

I'm running on an unstoppable instinctive lust to loose all control. My every sense sharpens when you are with me, I feel smarter and stronger and as I loose control I gain discipline over myself.

I hear differences in pitch and intonation, the notes of dominance; I see the eyes flick in annoyance. I Swear, though this may be delusion, when I'm in the zone I even smell and taste it, arousal and power and my surrender... I have not learned yet when I should attribute these behaviors as a response to my own actions and when they are nothing but a matter of circumstance.

Please never stop guiding me.

I can go to sleep after saying: I want to be yours for ever.