Darling

Shall I bound myself? Hold this desire in me as tight as possible? Keep it composed and collected?

When I watch you eat, should I keep my face neutral? Pretend like there is not a whirlwind of emotions happening within me. Act as if every bite you take is not the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen. Should I not stare at your lips parting? The swell of your cheeks stuffed with food? The noises that I believe you do on purpose just to send me over the edge?

And when I feed you, should I restrain my full desire?  Reach handfuls out in hesitancy. Assume it’ll be over quickly. Hide my excitement as best as possible. Keep my wondering hands to myself. Not share my need to see you swollen and achy for me. Touch your full tummy sparingly.

Would you notice if Mommy tried her best to be good like that? Good for you? If Mommy tried her hardest not to be so loving and attentive? Would you want Mommy to keep her desires as far away as possible? Her needy desires for her growing boy?

Crimson fields of sweet.

Lie down with me among green.