What have you done to me?
I revel in order, consistency, structure, balance.
You walked in to my life, and a maelstrom has subsequently ensued. Chaos, uncertainty, want, EMOTIONS, desire.
I’m the type to keep my feelings on a tight leash. Private, inherently private.
You make me want to scream to the heavens- and anyone who’ll listen- just how much I ache to feel even one touch.
You unravel me, frustrate me, challenge me, make me soft, vulnerable, and oh so aroused. You make me weak, even in strength, and in the best way possible.
I am lost to you, utterly lost. If I’m honest with myself, I never had a chance. I was ensnared instantly in your net, and don’t want to escape. I am yours, for whatever facet you desire. Just say the words. Speak your innermost thoughts. Your secrets will be forever kept with no one the wiser.
As time goes on, the ache only gets worse, ever constant, always hungry- I am weak for you, and you alone.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a sorcerer, with some timeless magic, and had cast a spell on me.
You are but simply a man- an endearing, charismatic, sarcastic, passionate, and oh-so-sexy man. Every keystroke, every time I hear your voice, every last command. I’d follow it to the letter, simply to hear two words from you.
A follower writing submitted to me but posted anonymously. Thank you for such hot and sexy words.