I am currently sitting at home, waiting impatiently for my fiance to come home. I came home a couple of hours early because, honestly, I just wasn’t feeling it today. So I’m home, alone, with nothing in particular on my to-do list…
I am naked. I’ve shut all of the drapes except for the ones in our bedroom that look over our backyard and the skyline in the distance. It’s still light out- the sun is bathing the treetops with a warm, orange glow. It’s absolutely serene.
All I can think about is him. I love my man so much. I’m laying in bed just wondering how I got to be so lucky? Everything about him just electrifies me, jolts me awake, as if I have been propelled into a different dimension. He completes me- he is the soft pillow on which I rest my head. He is my protector. I never fear when he is with me. He is strong and calm, always. His arms are always ready to scoop me up and carry me away. His legs, muscular and sturdy, prop us both up when I haven’t the strength to take another step. His lips breathe new life in me when I feel like I have nothing left to give. Because of him, my cup never empties. It overflows with joy and a pleasure I’ve never known until he found me.