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Feb. 7th, 2008
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[MGW] 76 -- Mine
Feb. 7th, 2008 04:33 pm"I have been generous, up till now. I can be cruel…Everything that you wanted I have done…You cowered before me, I was frightening…I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you! I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me."
Be Mine.
I’m Yours.
It’s that time of year, when the world is filled with candy hearts with sweet promises imprinted on them, lovers’ entreaties in spun sugar passing between enamored couples around the Western world. The words are tossed back and forth, with laughs and flippant smiles. He asks; she smiles and kisses him. She requests; he holds her tight. A day, a week, a month, a year later they forget what they’ve sworn, leaving it tattered and meaningless on the ground, just another phrase that litters the romantic past, and the next person gets the same smile, the same laugh, and the words come out again.
Be Mine.
I’m Yours.
I don’t toss them around. I will say, “I love you” far more quickly than I will say, “I’m yours.” I want to hear “I’m yours” from someone who means it far more than the other. Love comes, it goes, it has different meanings, different phases, different cycles. It is a feeling, an emotion, changeable as our emotional states always are. It is not a promise. I have married even, without making that promise, that vow. But more than anything in the world, I want someone who is truly mine, who understands what I long for, who grasps what it means to me to claim them that way and comprehends what I offer in return.
Be Mine.
I’m Yours.
Mine. Body, heart and soul. Put me first, above all others. It is beyond sexual fidelity. You cannot serve two masters. You cannot belong to two separate people at the same time, unless the three of you are a solid, cohesive grouping, each committed to the unit. Love me. Listen to me. Heed my wishes. If you wander from our bed, do so only with consent and come back the moment I ask. It’s a promise of fealty, of submission. A virtual chain from one to the other, binding you to me, like the liege lords of old. It is beyond the vows of marriage, a sacred trust, a swearing of the soul, one to the other. Know I would never abuse such a trust. I care for what’s mine, cherish it, protect it, defend it, honor it, respect it.. I will not betray your trust in me. I will keep you safe from my foibles, my whims, to the best of my ability.
Be Mine.
I’m Yours.
Tell me you love me. Tell me you want me. Tell me you need me. But do not use those words unless you mean them, unless you truly offer yourself, in a vow, a promise that ties us together through time. Do not toss them at me like your sugar candy trinkets, only to strip them back when things are hard or I am cruel or you think me unreasonable. If you make a promise, I will hold you to it, and betrayal is not something I will countenance, let alone forgive.
Be Mine.
I’m Yours.
And if or when I tell you that I am yours, when those words, that promise falls from my lips, a rare gift I long to give utterly and completely to the person who will cherish it, know that is what I offer. Yours. Body, heart and soul. You, first, above all others. You only that I bind myself to. If I wander from our bed, I will only do so with your consent, and will return the moment you ask. I swear fealty. I submit. I surrender to you and only you, for as long as you choose to hold me.
Be Mine.
I’m Yours.
Can you handle it?
"I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave."
ooc: Quotes from movie The Labyrinth.
Be Mine.
I’m Yours.
It’s that time of year, when the world is filled with candy hearts with sweet promises imprinted on them, lovers’ entreaties in spun sugar passing between enamored couples around the Western world. The words are tossed back and forth, with laughs and flippant smiles. He asks; she smiles and kisses him. She requests; he holds her tight. A day, a week, a month, a year later they forget what they’ve sworn, leaving it tattered and meaningless on the ground, just another phrase that litters the romantic past, and the next person gets the same smile, the same laugh, and the words come out again.
Be Mine.
I’m Yours.
I don’t toss them around. I will say, “I love you” far more quickly than I will say, “I’m yours.” I want to hear “I’m yours” from someone who means it far more than the other. Love comes, it goes, it has different meanings, different phases, different cycles. It is a feeling, an emotion, changeable as our emotional states always are. It is not a promise. I have married even, without making that promise, that vow. But more than anything in the world, I want someone who is truly mine, who understands what I long for, who grasps what it means to me to claim them that way and comprehends what I offer in return.
Be Mine.
I’m Yours.
Mine. Body, heart and soul. Put me first, above all others. It is beyond sexual fidelity. You cannot serve two masters. You cannot belong to two separate people at the same time, unless the three of you are a solid, cohesive grouping, each committed to the unit. Love me. Listen to me. Heed my wishes. If you wander from our bed, do so only with consent and come back the moment I ask. It’s a promise of fealty, of submission. A virtual chain from one to the other, binding you to me, like the liege lords of old. It is beyond the vows of marriage, a sacred trust, a swearing of the soul, one to the other. Know I would never abuse such a trust. I care for what’s mine, cherish it, protect it, defend it, honor it, respect it.. I will not betray your trust in me. I will keep you safe from my foibles, my whims, to the best of my ability.
Be Mine.
I’m Yours.
Tell me you love me. Tell me you want me. Tell me you need me. But do not use those words unless you mean them, unless you truly offer yourself, in a vow, a promise that ties us together through time. Do not toss them at me like your sugar candy trinkets, only to strip them back when things are hard or I am cruel or you think me unreasonable. If you make a promise, I will hold you to it, and betrayal is not something I will countenance, let alone forgive.
Be Mine.
I’m Yours.
And if or when I tell you that I am yours, when those words, that promise falls from my lips, a rare gift I long to give utterly and completely to the person who will cherish it, know that is what I offer. Yours. Body, heart and soul. You, first, above all others. You only that I bind myself to. If I wander from our bed, I will only do so with your consent, and will return the moment you ask. I swear fealty. I submit. I surrender to you and only you, for as long as you choose to hold me.
Be Mine.
I’m Yours.
Can you handle it?
"I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave."
ooc: Quotes from movie The Labyrinth.