As I continue to stare, I become restless.
I am contemplating the move.
My heart races a bit.
My legs are numb.
I want to crawl to you.
Follow your scent until I am closer and closer.
But I stand instead.
I walk softly so that I do not disturb you.
The anticipation builds.
I walk towards you.
I hover like a falcon over vast land.
I want to preserve the moment and provide shelter.
My masculine aura begins to pierce and you shift.
You are at peace and don’t move much.
I speak to you.
You feel me but don’t respond.
At last, I want you more comfortable and close to me.
And so I scoop you into my arms and lay you down.
I curl up next to you and sniff your neck.
Your skin smells divine.
In that moment, I am instantly comforted.
Simultaneously, I am aroused and pleased.
Your presence is powerful.
I am weak and I am strong. I am thankful.
And we rest together.