There comes a moment in which someone sees you
They see the desire burning within the deep recesses of your soul
and they don't run from it, but instead they race after it
They watch the darkness that resides in your soul slowly bend and turn
And become a hot, burning passion that courses through every inch of you and grows with every passing moment
Seeing this transformation from human into beast, primal instincts in play and communication all but shot--would appall most,
But instead it draws this person closer and closer until at last they collar that beast that roams within the blacks of your eyes
Alas they do not stop there,
Instead they proceed to nurture the monster, petting it, seeing it, showing it tender loving care
Suddenly that beast has been reduced to a harmless ball of fur,
so small, so vulnerable, so weak
Yet still no damage is done, this stranger merely stands, your only defense still in hand, and he smiles at you
Beckoning you to surrender,
to submit... and so you do
Not knowing what is to come,
but knowing that you will not face whatever is to come alone
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