Not a contradiction.
Thatโs the plan ๐๐
When I leave her breathless, aching, and melting into the sheets, she can still feel my hand on her neck, my hot breath against her cheek, the pressing together of our hips, and my feral sounds echoing in her head.
All these together, a shadowy re-telling of a night that will not soon be forgotten.
She belongs in my thoughts and I in hers
She belongs to be kissed to know such passion is for her
She belongs at my feet to know her place
She belongs in my arms for comfort and protection
She belongs over my knees to be a good girl
She belongs to be guided to grow into her true path
She belongs on her knees to be an instrument of my pleasure
She belongs by my side as we adventure together
She belongs to submit for joys her own
She belongs to be joined with me for oneness
But most of all she yearns to belong to me