I let myself have the control
I'm soft, yet rough
I like this pace, just mine to keep.
Some people look at me
Like I fever their touch
Just being coy, demanding more
Letting the desire be known
I enjoy being possesive
Of mind and heart
Of will and instinct
Of cravings and deep words.
Still, I know my limits
Because love gives you guidance
And preferences
And calming in one's urges.
And I love so much it hurts
Even if it's hard
Even if it's difficult at times
Even if it grounds me when I need to fly.
That's why I get you
I would always try to
Even if I try to not say it aloud
I'd do anything to see you complete.
People may think I'm crazy
But I like our freedom
I like to have my lover free
And our love not attached to stubborness.
It's so simple, yet complicated.
Freedom is like that sometimes.
Love should always be like that.
And I love both at the same range.