Passion can fill you and make you weak in the knees.
It can make your whole world seem brilliant and amazing.
it can make you flush with he heat of simply remembering the slide of satin and skin against you when you are falling into the moment that is wet and liquid with desire.
Passion can not only make your toes curl but also make you ache as no other thing can. I grow breathless and quivery remembering your teeth on my neck and the slick slide of you in me as I lay in your arms moaning my eyes fluttering.
I am the Mistress and you say it with your eyes and your whispers. I don't always have to tie you up but I love to. I don't always have to hurt you but I can and do when it pleases me.
I can call you to your knees with a gesture, I can push your head down to feel your mouth on my secret place. And I can hold you in my arms and know that I am the mistress and you are my cherished one.
it simply is, sweet, hot steamy and wonderous just as it is.