In the shadow of titans, where I find my thrill,
dreams of giants that can bend me to their will.
Crushed beneath the weight of an immense caress,
in their mighty grip, I find my true regress.
Towering figures in the landscape of my mind,
a fantasy of scale, impossible to find.
Under colossal heels, a fragile, fleeting breath,
I yearn for the crush, the sweet weight of death.
I want to be small, beneath your endless sky,
under your gaze, where I can’t hide or lie.
Swallowed in your shadow, where I’m meant to be,
in your vastness, I find my liberty.
Imagining a world where I’m the lesser part,
dominated wholly, a minuscule upstart.
Giantesses ruling with a gentle, stern command,
overshadowing me, I yield to their demand.
Pinned by giant fingers, trapped in their palm,
the comfort in being tiny, a paradoxical balm.
It’s not just the size, it’s the power they wield,
in their overwhelming presence, my spirit is healed.
Massive and majestic, they stride across my dreams,
in their world, nothing is as it seems.
Power so pure, a force so raw,
in their awesome might, I dissolve without flaw.
So let me vanish in your vast dominion,
under your feet, a willing minion.
For in your grandeur, I am free,
in your colossal world, I cease to be.