My Hearts Truth

I can’t give one fundamental reason why my heart is his, it’s a feeling, a soul clenching movement words can’t comprehend.
His eyes catch my breath and dominate my thoughts, this moment is clarity, the sentiment is clear.
The gesture of his touch is tender and care, it touches my heart, it feels serene.
It’s the depth of his mind, words of intellectual stimulus so sensual and rare, thought provoking energy I’ve not found elsewhere.
I may be aggravated by this man on a given day, a smile that’s contagious he uses to sway.
His lips on mine collide in a burning ride of warm embrace, he takes them to my neck and growls generating a rush of blood through my veins.
His touch is now wanting, my skin is heating, mind racing, I feel a wetness between my thighs, the desirous, impatient intensity.
Entwinned we sway in delirious ecstasy, he dominates my body and I utterly surrender.
Forceful desirous thrusts, he holds my throat while his fucking me fiercely, he masters my body, my moaning is affirmation.
His ready to reach his heights I can tell by his expressions, knowing his satisfied gives me another orgasmic feeling.
I am his there’s no two ways about it, my affection for him is undisputable, my loyalty unwavering.
He is a king, a powerful treasure, I want to show him love and devotion he can’t contemplate measuring.
Yet, my love for this man is so confound.
Please do not deflect my insecurities, I have issues I’m overcoming with trust.
Please do not ignore my inadequacies, I can’t help the way I feel.
Hug me closely, reassure me and don’t let me down. If you can’t say I’m yours dormant emotions exhume, I can’t hide how I’m feeling just to pacify you.