Until I decide or you do.

Until I decide or you do. You read me because I let you. I set the pace, choose the moments you are allowed to imagine, and hold your attention exactly where I want it. I could keep you waiting forever if I wished, letting desire tighten inside you until it’s almost too much. But sometimes I wonder what it would feel like if I stopped holding the leash. If I let you take it from my hand and pull me exactly where you wanted me to be. I could stand in front of you with my eyes lowered, my words fading into silence, and let you tell me what I am allowed to do next. I could give up my control entirely, until I decided to take it back.