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And after being strong all day  
every day  
every damn day  
I could barely    
make it through the door    
before peeling off my barriers,  
and rubbing my cheek against  
your thigh.    
 
Eyes on you.  
   
Pins fell from your hands    
unbinding my hair,    
your belt    
slipped around my wrists,  
and I sighed my relief  
at the sound of a strap  
on your palm.  
   
Because I understood the    
exchange.  
   
It took strength,    
from us both.    
   
Strength, and    
grace,  
and admiration    
to bend my neck,  
to close my eyes,  
to act    
only    
upon    
your    
accord.    
   
My admiration doesn’t waiver.  
   
But I’d don’t feel very    
fucking graceful    
today.    
   
I flick a long, dark ponytail over my shoulder,  
the straps of my six inch fuck-me heels  
delicate around my ankles.    
   
You have to tilt your chin to  
meet me at eye level,  
because biology and Louboutin    
afford me the height advantage  
   
And I’m haughty as hell,  
my ass hanging out of  
dark red lace  
of which I have no urge to  
divest myself.  
   
My neck is unbowed,  
my gaze implacable.  
   
a crack of something    
on my ungloved palm  
leaves a
thick
red
mark.  
   
And after being strong all day,  
every day,  
every damn day,  
   
I can wait patiently  
for you to make it through the door    
before I peel off your barriers,  
and rest my taut thigh    
on your shoulder.    
   
Eyes on me.