intuition you tell him what he wants to hear, you nod yes when you need to nod yes. you say please when you want and ask for permission before you do. you arch in. the crack of leather that finally breaks skin makes you cry but your reflex is to arch in. you've found an intimate place here that you can wrap yourself beneath and feel free inside of, as his heavy hands and stern tongue hold you up — he is intuitively your harbor, somewhere you curl into, and you are intuitively his wholly in return. the balance and exchange flows without force. when it's over and the ache sets in you lean against his chest, needing immediately the very thing that he immediately gives. the dynamic is innate, something you follow and crave without conflict or question. he holds you to him as he stands, keeps you on his lap as he runs a bath, washes the tears and stains off your face. you feel magnetic, like something cherished and light. intuition tells you to comfort him too, to cup his face and kiss his lips, to tell him that he's perfect- he's so perfect.