Breaking Down

When I find you, you will not be looking to be found. When I find you, you will not be aware of that you have been seeking, that you have been hungry, and that you have been begging to be taken in a way that only I can take you. When I find you, you will be at the edge, on the precipice, waiting for me to speak the words that will not you just across the brink.

I know where to find you. I know who you are. I know you better than you know yourself, and I know better than you exactly what you need. And when I tell you, I will not use my voice. When I tell you, I will not use my words.

My fingertips will speak to you in languages you do not yet speak. The tracing of your hips. The twisting of your hair. The subtle lateral positioning of the cotton wrapped round your folds, so that I and all the world and breathe in deeply of your scent. My fingertips are beyond words, whispering in words unknown that your flesh will understand. And should you misinterpret what my fingertips convey, there will be punishments to bear although, I think, you may will it to be so.

My eyes will direct you with directions mistakable. And in my eyes you will discover somewhere for you to be weak, somewhere for you to be down bumped up on your knees. My eyes are full of hunger, hunger wrapped in love. And in the hunger wrapped in love, you will find your kneeling place.

My lips will make a map of you, delineate your bounds. With my teeth I will explore your subtle rise, your highest peaks, your gentle hills. With my teeth I shall ascend to the highest points of you, looking down across the land woven by your skin. With my lips and with my tongue, I shall dive into your depth. No hidden place , no dip or chasm shall escape my sounding. With my lips, more with my tongue, I shall discover every bit of every piece of you that hides, every field and every crease and every bit of you waiting to be found.

I am your Magellan, and you my Tierra del Fuego. I shall find uncharted lands within you, springs and fountains unknown. I shall taste your hidden waters, descending deep, deep within. I will press you, move your boundaries, move your limits further afield. And with my teeth, always, always, leaving signposts so I may find my way back to where we shall begin.

The New World is awaiting me, I see her, I feel her, I taste the unknown hunger in you, known entirely to me. So when I find you, when I take you, when I map your every inch, you will not know that I am coming, though I know where I shall find you.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3uxs9r/breaking_down