For a few hours the world will be shut out, pushed beyond the locked door, and there will only be me, him, this place, this moment.
For a few hours, there will be no worries or stress - no bills, no deadlines, no errands, no demands.
For a few hours, I will be so enveloped in his arms and his passion that I'll be able to release my fears and my inhibitions.
For a few hours, I'll be able to completely let go of expectations and responsibilities.
For a few hours, I will be the woman that most of the world never sees - passionate, ravenous, submissive, obedient, sexual, voracious.
For a few hours, my only thoughts will be about pleasure - his and mine, giving and receiving.
For a few hours, I'll belong only to him without any thoughts of hiding or right or wrong.
For a few hours, I'll feel perfectly safe and loved and desired and needed.
I'll be his.
For a few hours.
10 comments:
Beautiful.
And THAT's why we prowl ;)
goodness expressed to a t how i feel when i'm with my FB.
Wonderfully expressed, that's just how it feels
I love those secret, stolen hours.
They exist so far out of reality and so much in fantasy and are helplessly indulgent.
It's like a very rich dessert. A few bites can be more decadent and pleasurable than an unending glut.
Sometimes, it's just want the doctor ordered.. Very nice Repetitive Poem, full of emotions...
Very nice, Kat. Lucky you! Lucky him!
That is the reason, yes
Sometimes that's all you need...a few hours! I love this!
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