The Longing

With an uncontrolable desire her every thought consumed.
A desire that wells from her bones. Seated in one night of passion.
Every aspect of her body reacts to His thoughts. His whims.
At times feeling helpless to the pull. Yet longs for the embrace.
An embrace that rings truer than all she has felt before.
A bind. Truth revealed. One that ca’t be denied.
His touch. His voice so familiar. She quivers.
Her bodies reaction to Him is so natural to her.
Once closed off, and shut down. Now feeling alive.
The ever growing seed that was planted ever bearing fruit.
His wish is her comand. His need her desire.
Ever present a realism of truth in her every action.
Waiting for His touch becomes a term of endearment.
Present is His hold upon her. Control given willingly.
More desires than she has felt in a lifetime.
Desire to be taken. To be collared. To be His mind, body, and soul.
Knowing deep in her soul this is no dream.
For the first time parts her opening to the seed that grows within.
A longing which will not seace. A hope that all she feels will come.
Some say she is crazy. Not knowing what she needs.
Yet in her bones she is fully aware in the knowledge of her own heart.
Ever present He looms over her. In His absence she feels His presence.
All He leaves behind she clutches to. Each a reminder of the endearment He has for her.
Gifts meant to remind her of the seed He planted in her.
By His own admission. His own desire. His own Longing.