The way you look at me. Not claiming, an invitation but more. I’m addicted to it. You are my peace, my light at the end of the tunnel. I strive to be worthy of you and I know I’m doing something right because you give yourself to me.

Innocent doesn’t moan like that. Sing for me, love.

You don’t even have to say a word and I know you are mine. Your breathing gives you away, princess.

The more I see you, the harder it is to keep my hands to myself.

Still. Watching. Respectfully.