Devotion

Baby. As you get to know me, there are gonna be times…
Well.
There are going to be times when you think "OMG, is he serious?!"

Maybe not because of anything I've done or said.
Yet.
But maybe I hint. Tease. I keep not denying.

And maybe you're starting to realize…
I might actually mean every word.
Maybe even some that slide right on by you…

(for now)

And, yeah.
I do.
Each and every word.

But I hope I've reassured you of this enough by now, but just in case I haven't: the things that happen in my head? I am fine with any or all of them staying in my head. I am not going to take you any deeper than you're willing to go. No, that's not even right, because in truth, I only want to take you where you want to go, willingness aside.

But, babe.
Babe.

Am I depraved?

Oh. Yes. Absolutely. 100%. No question. Confirmed.
We've barely even scratched the surface yet.

But, babe. This stuff? I wouldn't even think it if I weren't so devoted to you. Because let's be real: the whole reason I even want it all is because I want you. All of you. Every square inch. Every moan, every gasp. And everything in your head and in your heart, too. I am devoted to you, babe, a worshipful explorer, dedicated to exploring every possibility for making your body quiver. Each sensation you crave… maybe one or two you won't even realize you want, until you discover that you need.

Babygirl, you don't hold the key to my lust, you are the key. And when I say I want all of you? I mean it. Even those deepest, most secret parts. Especially those parts. Because if I get to those? If you let me in?

Baby. I will be home. I'll be exactly where I always want to be.

And even if we never make it there? Even if you aren't ever quite comfortable enough to let me in?

Well. I'm going to come exactly as close to you as you'll let me, and no closer. And that'll be just fine. Better than fine. Perfect.

However close you'll have me is exactly as close as I want to be.

Devotedly yours.
Me.