is it wrong
to want comfort
am i greedy for wishing
night after night
your fingers were lost with mine?
am i silly for pining after you?
i want to memorize the angles of your face
the curve of your lips
the tilt of your eyes
i want to taste your skin
breathe you in…
drink your scent until i am near intoxication.
i am lost… never have i felt this ache.
i am frightened… because you’re so far away.
bring days where you hold me tight
and pull the blankets up to our chins
and tell me your stories
and kiss my lips.
stroke my hair, and whisper me to sleep.
i wrote this back before Daddy and i had ever met in person. Before the D/s and DDlg, before basically everything. He was so magnetic, so funny, such a bright spot. i found this poem in an old journal in a basket in the back of my closet. This is my reality now. He loves me so good, at times better than i deserve. i have Him memorized so well that now i forget to keep remembering. i may have gotten a bit complacent. i will have to memorize Him again tonight. i am so grateful that we have what we have.