maive

maybe, it doesn’t even have to be overly explicit. if you melt under the pleasure of my stray kiss, i will tend thoroughly to that sweet ache. - but for now stay there my love, let me show you what it feels like to have a delirious, love stricken woman pamper you with her flourish of a soul filled in your name.

the power you hold over me is more than you thought you’d ever have with anyone. i am kneeled because i am at your mercy, baby, and when you give me that look, it only makes me more eager to meet your every need. my love is not that of required servitude, rather it is the run wild devotion to you of which my soul knows no bounds. i am not forced to love you like this my love, it is of my own free will that i am entirely for you my baby.

you knew from beginning that this wealth, rushing vein of passion i hold inside, that once you viewed with starry eyes, would soon be entirely carved, whittled to the shape of loving you. a stream of uninhibited passion, now unequivocally yours. did you cast a wish to summon me? did a little winged familiar locate me, the raven manage to scout my trail? before i knew it, i had found myself to be yours.

now, these slow strokes of fingers on my chin, may lead you to feel the throb of my heart; you’ll realize you’re holding it in your fingertips.