Gooey

Look at him sleeping soundly looking like a lil boy all sweet and innocent. Yet I know his secret, his inner most desire. That yearning deep within that ignites capsizes and also extinguishes my hidden fire. He is the one that I love, yet maybe I should hide it better. He can do no wrong as far as I’m concerned because I understand. I know that he’s a man, flawed, mercurial, indecisive, and aggravating but yet perfect, strong, dedicated, and sublime.

Understanding his position as my Head, Instructor, Provider, Protector, Companion, Friend, and Lover; I willing submit to his every Direction, Suggestion, Order, Request, Whelm, and Desire. Many don’t understand why I jump when he moves. It’s not because he beats me it’s because he makes the woman in me ooze. I bow before him for he is my King it is under his tutelage that I blossom, spring forth, and extend to the warmth of the sun.

It is his seed that my womb longs to nourish and incubate. Sure I’ll be his slave in every sense of the word. Proudly sitting quietly at his feet, even answering his call sweetly and meek. He calls to my deep parts and he is master of my orgasm, on queue as he demands, they disperse violently; yes I melt in his mouth, in his hand, and where ever else I can. He’s the love of my life and I aspire to be his good thing. He had me at his first spoken word to me, the sound of his voice oooh what it does to me. ©