I miss Master. When He is not home, I crave His touch even more. I miss Him terribly. I am lost, at times, without Him home. I don't know why, really, but I have these moments here I really don't think I can do it without Him. I know I can, but at times I don't think I can.
I love Master, and I crave not only His touch, but His embrace, His caress, His kiss. I miss the way He looks me in the eye, the way He speaks to me, His pillow talk, His whisper, His sigh of contentment.
I guess I am just in a mood tonight, one of my little slips, maybe. Probably not a full blown slip, but a stumble. I miss Master and wish He was here so I could just snuggle up to Him and let His touch wash away the cares of the world and the stress of life if even for a few hours. I don't know how He is able to do that every time, but He does and He can.
When I am in His arms, I feel like nothing can get to me. He makes the worries and stress of the world melt away. Maybe it is love. Nights like tonight, I just want to curl up next to Him, my head on His chest, His arm around me, and drift off into sleep.
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