2008-07-25 , 12:21 a.m.
I want a man to tremble at my every whim...
If in the flow of conversation a frown furrows my brow, turns down the edges of my lips... I want him to feel the need to kiss that edge until the opposite occurs...
Until the sun returns to my eyes... tilts them back into the mischievious cat-eye smirk, that only he can conjure...
And all this is satisfying to him... My smile...
His pleasing me is what he wants... Craves.
It motivates and comforts him... because he knows that I'd do anything to please him too. That it would hurt me to see him in pain... that it comforts me when he's comforted...
And there's peace in that. There's safety in that.
His love for me... his want for me... is the same want that I have for him.
No one will ever please me as well as he could. The knowledge that he is the only. The perfect man. Built for me as I am built for him... all of this sustains him. Because I am his only one...
