I am becoming more and more convinced that lover scares the hell out of me. Not in the sense of physical harm or danger. Because I KNOW he would never harm me.
He is taking me to so many places I have never been before. Stretching my boundaries and making me want more, crave more and beg for more.
This man turns me on emotionally, mentally, and physically. It is to the point that I think about him most of my day. He has awakened parts of me that have long lay dormant. That I THOUGHT were dead and buried.
He makes me feel desired, wanted and adored.
He calls me beautiful and gorgeous.. and means it... makes me believe it too.
He is opening me up to new possibilities. New dreams. New emotions and New Ideas.
I enjoy the naughty thoughts and plans he has for me, I crave to be under his control--until his strength and power overwhelm me.
I am overcome by this man.
I lay shivering ~trembling~ at the thought of his touch or his kiss.
Of teeth on skin...
heartbeat on heartbeat.
God I want him!
His hands on my hips~ His lips tasting my breath~ of sinking deeper and deeper into his grasp~ Submitting to his love for me and mine for him.
Yet I can't even say the words to him.
There are moments when I put my hand over my mouth and inaudibly say I love you behind the safety of not being heard or seen. Would it be truly bad to say the words that I feel? I feel as though my heart is expanding in my chest and I am denying it, by not confessing how I feel. But I also think there has to be something more than words.
So as you hold me with my back against your chest, your face buried in my neck and your arms tightly securing me in your embrace- I say that in this moment. Yes this moment is what scares me and excites me and calms me.
I love you.
