Always and Forever


I want Her to feel sexy
I want Her to feel wanted
I want Her to be celebrated
I want Her to want to be touched
I want to brush Her hair
I want to rub Her feet
I want to see Her excitement
I want to taste Her
I want to smell Her

I want to feel Her body soften when I put my hands on Her
I want to hear the first breath that gives Her away
I want to kiss Her slowly enough that She forgets what She was worried about
I want to make Her feel beautiful before I ever make Her feel exposed

I want my mouth on the places She has missed being worshipped
I want my hands learning Her again like prayer
I want to feel Her hips answer before Her words do
I want Her fingers in my hair because She has stopped pretending She does not need this

I want to kneel between desire and devotion
I want to taste the proof that She wants me there
I want to take my time until patience feels obscene
I want to make Her greedy for touch
I want to make Her remember the power of being adored without apology

I want Her wet with want
I want Her breathless from being chosen
I want Her body speaking in a language only service understands

I want to be useful to Her hunger
I want to be disciplined in my desire
I want to give Her pleasure until my name is not a word but a sound She makes when control slips

I want Her to feel worshipped
I want Her to feel dangerous
I want Her to feel divine

I want Her to want again.
And I want to be on my knees when She does.

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