It's Not Kink

It is his gentle kiss on the cheek

The graze of his lips against my skin

or a gentle caress.

He stands with confidence, unaware how his very presence affects me

but even when he's not near me, he can still arouse me with the barest whisper.

I know many times I can be a brat

And the things that come out of my mouth can cut him to the core

But when he pulls me close, shuts me up with his lips, I know my strength will never equal his.

No matter what I see in the mirror, the ugliness I face, he forces me to look beyond

and see something beautiful

To be the best woman he knows I can be.

He protects me as I face my demons

and holds me close against the world.

When I feel lost, and alone, in the deepest darkest corners of my mind, 

I can still feel him there with me.

He breaks me when I need to be broken

And forces my head up high when I am in despair.

He banishes all my guilt, insecurities, and fear

so I feel strong in his chains.

He satisfies my deepest cravings

and finds me worthy to satisfy his.

Some call it kinky

Some call it sadistic

Some call it wrong

We call it love.