3 years ago. October 19, 2020 at 2:16 AM
After all these years, he still gives me butterflies.
I hear his voice on the phone and I close me eyes and he is with me.
I love when we're together and he brushes my braids off my shoulders.
I love when he says "Comply."
I love when he tells me he loves me.
The tone of his voice when he's tired.
The feel of his breath on my neck.
His hands on my body.
His dark brown eyes and the way he looks at me when he's about to have his way with me.
I can never surrender enough. I just want to make him happy. I want him to be proud of me.
We were attracted to each other by sex initially. But this isn't just about sex.
He is "home."
And I will never stop feeling those butterflies.
