The Power
I looked at him and lifted my eyebrow
He trembled
My scent wafted past his nose
He inhaled
I smiled with a glimmer in my eyes
He reciprocated
With tilted head, I pondered him
He stilled
My finger pointed to the ground
He knelt
I ran approached and grabbed his hair
He moaned
I said one simple word to him; “Mine.”
He agreed
I never understood the power of the simplest of things
Until
He submitted
Sunday, March 16, 2014
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