She came to me, lost...confused...seeking...
I peered into her eyes as if i could see into her soul. I see emptiness, a yearning for acceptance, a need for her place.
I had her kneel. As she looks up at me, i began to run my fingers through her hair. I whisper to her
"If i cannot have your mind, i cannot have you at all".
Her breath shallows. Shes trembling inside. She mumbles
"You have it, sir"
She begins to breathe heavier as i run my fingers across her cheek. I tell her
"If I cannot have your trust, I do not deserve you".
She lets out a slight moan as i finish speaking and says in a shallow voice
"You have it, sir".
I lean down and kiss her softly on the forehead and whisper in her ear,
"You are the greatest gift, that I can recieve".
Thanks for reading. Its alittle different, i know. Just trying my hand out at it.