Two kinds of women and they are both me

There are times when I feel dazed and shy, overwhelmed by your presence.......when I need you to take me by the hand and lead me somewhere safe.......hold me within the protection of your own space......when all I know is that I want to submit.........that I need to give way.......to yield.........to disappear inside you........to feel encompassed, body and soul.  In those moments I am a woman merged with the love I bear you and the love I receive from you.  I am quietly, gently, and joyously complete.  Then there are times when passion overcomes me and I am like a warrior-woman of old, untamed and wild.  I cry out in the all-consuming heat and thrash about demanding that you exhaust me into release.  While both of these women are me, I have no control over either of them.  No one......no one knows them, but you.....no one but you will ever know them.  Both of them love you.