I hear you come home. I am waiting. You walk in and fill the room. I am overwhelmed by what I feel. I want you, and to be yours. I can’t express it as I wish and want to bottle these feelings for a time when I can show you what you mean to me. I want to be the person you desire and I feel close to that.
I sit for a minute and then follow you upstairs. It isn’t really the time or the place but something says that doesn’t matter. My head is all you. I ask your permission and then take you in my mouth.
I am so happy for this lifestyle which allows us to be like this with each other.