Today I Crave: Worshipping Someone
Not with grand gestures. Not with ceremony. Just slowly. Intimately. With my hands, my mouth, my gaze.
I crave the kind of worship that begins before I even touch you. In the way I move quieter around you. In the way I watch you like I already know I’ll get on my knees the moment you let me. I crave tracing the slope of your body like I’m memorizing scripture—cheek against your thigh, breath catching as you decide whether I’ve earned the next inch.
It’s not about being beneath you. It’s about being devoted to you. About offering myself as warmth, as want, as willingness. About showing you how good it feels to be needed with this much hunger and care tangled together.
This morning, I don’t want to be taken. I want to give. I want to savor. I want to feel your skin under my hands like a promise I get to keep.
