I want to kiss him gently.
I want to lightly suckle his earlobes and leave soft bites all over his neck and shoulders.
I want to be so enthralled in the throes of passion with him that he ends up covered in claw marks, sweat and drool
I want to smell his natural odour radiating as he whispers in my ear that I’m his good boy and hes proud of me.
I want to tell him how much I love him and cry together as our bodies explode in ecstasy.
I want to get on my knees and beg for him, call him my king, the god he is and deserves to be seen as.
I want to spend the rest of life at the knew for him… in the bedroom, when I propose, when I’m bending down to help him take his shoes off after a stressful day at work, or helping him tie them just before.
I want to be his best friend, his master, his b****, his husband, his everything.
I want to kiss his booboos, cook his meals, rub his back, wipe his tears, stroke his head, smell his scent, lay on his chest, hear his heart.
I want to wrap my arms around him as he’s getting ready, be the reason hes a few minutes late to work but is always happy to be.
I want to stare into his sapphire eyes as we listen to our favourite songs, and make silly faces at eachother on the couch.
I want to giggle with him at all of our dumb inside jokes.
I want to watch him reach every leaderboard he’s ever dreamed of.
I want to brain his little viking beard and whisper “Ik hou van je en Jij bent alles voor me” every night before we go to bed, tell him what she never would because I mean it and he deserves to know.
I want to dance in the rain with him in my shorts, I want to have midnight picnics under the stars and talking about the deepest of our thoughts and desires.
I want to live out every romance film and fanfic novel with him, become our own romcom couple.
I want him.
Him over everything.
