Why do you surrender to me? What is it that I give that drives you to let me take what I want, as I want. Your body beautifully stoic as I admire what is mine. Pacing around the bed as I ponder why, but process more about what I want to take from you. Bare naked other than the white panties, knowing my love, of white, and how I crave to unwrap my gift. Yes, the gift you bestow upon me. To use as I wish, for as long as my need desires. You never hesitate, to surrender, but await the moment you feel my need peaked.
What goes through your mind as I pace, how are you actually begging for me to take what is mine. This I hope to figure out as I ponder, watching for the tiniest of detail, to translate into what you crave. Your surrender is not all about me, but us. What our minds crave and what our bodies desire.
I can slowly unwrap my gift as a precious, delicate being or I could tear the wrapping to shreds to satisfy a need. That need for you to feel I can’t resist and need you to survive. Waiting for that hint, giving me the clue as to where your mind is.
Take your time, if you want, we have all night. Whether it is slow and sensual love making all night long or a torrid storm that ravages your body through the night. Your surrender has is not only my benefit, for your surrender ignites the passion and lust that drives me to take you where you need to be. Lost in the pure, raw clutches of who I am, because of you…