I know these things.
I also know you.
I know the flutter of your heartbeat under my thumb when my hand is wrapped around your throat.
I know your scent when my lips brush the back of your thighs as you are bent over my desk.
I know the line of hunger with you; when my own desire wars with the space I place to stay in control. I know your surrender tests it. Your caught breath presses against it. And your bared skin, brightened red from my hand or blushing with need, almost always breaks it.
I have faith in you.
But if you are unsure. Have faith in me.
I need you to find your feet.
And then find your knees.
2 thoughts on “faith”
I so deeply adore this. Especially that final line. It made me grin, but it’s also powerful.
whoa…that was …incredibly powerful.