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Quilters. Photographs by Henry Groskinsky (1971)
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Own•her•ship: A sacred, Coined Word.
own•her•ship
they—the clueless men— thought they knew what I ached they assumed I wanted to be used. and god, sometimes I do. but not like that. not with hands that just take, with eyes that never ask, with words that treat my yes like a given, not a gift.
they—the immature men— thought I wanted to be owned. and yes, I crave that surrender— the fall, the unraveling, the silence between commands— but only when I know someone will catch me.
they—the weak ones— just wanted the fantasy to tie me up without knowing what the knots meant. to choke me without reading the tremble in my breath. to fuck me without asking what I was really aching for.
but He— he didn’t just see me. he watched. he listened to the spaces between my words, the ones filled with shame and raw need and wanton aches. he probed deeper he understood that old, quiet hunger should be handled not harmed; nurtured not neglected.
He didn’t take— he could easily have. his mastery is patience, he waited. until I offered. until I knelt, not because I was told— but because my mind said: yes. And my body replied: now. this one. it’s safe here.
own•her•ship that’s what we call it now. because what we have isn’t about being his. it’s about becoming— under his hand, in his voice, against his thigh feeling his cock aroused erect and throbbing for me as I arch, gasping, when he makes me cum first with just a whisper, then with his masculine strength, girth, and experience.
this isn’t a man who breaks. this is a man who builds— me, scene by scene, moan by moan, kiss by kiss, until I forget what it ever felt like to be used and not held.
he fucks me like a prayer— not to take power, but to wield it with me. he calls me beautiful and it sounds like reverence, not lies.
this is how I want to be owned: not as a thing, but as a truth. not silenced— but sung even if it is secretive between just us, that’s own•her•ship.
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“The most dangerous woman is the one who's soft by nature but ruthless with her standards. She'll love you deeply, but she'll leave you without flinching.”
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