Love always involves a level of power exchange, there is always power exchange, even when there is “unconditional love” (whether one believes in such a love or not).
In that case love is totally offered and given, without expectations, but what is given, in a sense is also a gift of power, besides all the rest that’s shared.
Truth is that now, having my love, my beloved holds power, She does hold immense power over me.
She holds it and in Her having it am free, free to hand it to Her and feel safe. In Her having this, I am also empowered, yes, giving up control and handing it I feel empowered and I feel i give “The” gift. I give something of incomparable value, something holy and impalpable, strong, vital and pulsing.
To my Love i say: “Yes, You do”.
You hold the power to have me sleepless or have me resting well, or the power to have me smile, or restless, worried, craving, and more. I am aware of this, I bow to this, as much as I know it.
One word from Her and I will spend the night in restlessness, it can happen, yes. One word from Her, a caress to my spirit, and She soothes it all.
The reassuring caress on my cheek and one word, or She stretching and posing a kiss, with that whisper, that one, and Her girl, me, will sleep better. Every day, every moment, She can choose. Every moment, after all, She does choose what my day will be, in a sense. It is totalising.
Every moment She has the keys to that and more, every day and night She does decide, can decide. No matter of the clouds, the suns, the sadness or the tiredness, She has it. And I need, wish, need, wish Her to be completely aware of it. Power, yes, it is not taking out the romance, to say things with their name, She has it and it grandiose.
She holds the power of having me without appetite, or having me able to attack life with rejuvenated energy. She has the power of doing that and feeling herself like a Goddess in doing it, in having this at Her fingertips. She has the power of doing it and have the power of having me in bliss, and it is heaven when i feel the awareness of it in Her. She might rub Her hands together and think about it, and she would feel the fluid of this energy, if She wishes, or ignore it. She could do it now, or in one minute, or tomorrow, or never.
She has this since my “Yes” and I have Her aware of it and making Her feel feel blessed of it. It is more than two years that She has it, and I have it, and it is bliss.
Power Exchange, yes, it is.
She: aware of this fluid, of controlling the emotions of Her loving beloved one. She has the power of moving the head on the other side, when i stare at Her, and She knows the effect of that simple gesture. She knows that something so simple will cause nothing to anyone else, but it can wreck and hit, harder than any slap, on me.
She may just hint at doing it, sometimes, to feel it, to make me aware. She can even do this, yes. Sometimes if She wishes, She may feel on her fingertips, or on Her heart, the stings this can give and will give to me, to taste a drop of my blood, of my love, to then cuddle me. It is like passing thorns of a rose on the delicate skin, and knowing it can tear it.
She knows it, i know it, and we don’t want it.
This dance, it is love, the epitome of love, it is love bared to the essence, the essence or pain and bliss.
Luminously blinding? Yes.
She has the scandalous power of telling me to bend and kneel, in whatever living room or whatever hotel or public place. She knows I’d do it, with not a word from me, I’d do it.
She has my dignity at Her fingertips and and decency and it was proven. She has the power of snapping the fingers to have it done if She wishes, or to do it with a simple nod, and She would see me dancing at the pace of the wiggling of the magic wand of our bond. She might do those things, like spanking me, and hearing me pant, while my heart explode off my chest inside whatever elegant robe I would be wearing.
Actually all of this is in the end endlessly more romantic and filled with love than dozens and dozens of dull roses.
She has the power of “feeling this power”, built day by day.
She has the power of, paradoxically, feeling me empowered as well, in all this.
She has the power of making me feel like a little damn Queen wanting Her feeling blessed like a Goddess.
She, me, the bond that we have.