Submissive in true form.

My heart’s in my chest. No it isn’t on the floor. But damn if I could’v couldn’t use a set of hands to to hold it close. And then a lil more. I lack, no I miss the life that comes with a friend that challenges me. But then again I’ve never had someone who could define my presence. I mean no harm in my words but it’s distributing to agree with the facts. As. Experience comes without hesitance. Just once it works be nice to witness someone to step up to the plate. Not to cook a B meal but to adjust their own game to a man one willing to fuck with a unique type. But most eventually turn to hate. As it’s in the ways of self righteous females who cannot handle a dominate man who refuses to fight. One in which who craves to submit emotionally to a pure woman who comprehends the distance in genders. Without playing rolls to feed egos submissive a bad thing. It’s just a sacred notion to be evolved with a particular friend. One who can talk sense when a fella can’t see clear enough you think. Anything less of the equivalent to an eventual end. Knowing the fake ones pretending to be n more than what they are just wan t shade. That is until they’re exposed before the truth awaiting the head shaking in disbelief. Just fade. As the thought forces the realization to accept the relief. Not just anyone is gonna understand the situation of an alpha needing an alpha that moves in motion. The submissive aspect is the use of a partner knowing how to coexist. As it goes both ways so both can enjoy the luv shown through devotion. I’m content until the day comes to show someone I cannot resist…