I crave to be loved by someone like he never loved anybody before stronger than me. I crave a man who will allow me to be weak and sensitive. I want a man who will have the desire to protect me, to cradle me in his arms, to hug me, to kiss my wounds.
I want his main desire to be protecting me.
I want that type of man, who, when seeing that I’ve got the flu, will make me hot tea and will wrap me in a quilt.
I want that type of man, who, when seeing that I have fallen asleep on the armchair, will take me in his arms and will gently carry me to the bed, and after, will just look at me while covering me with my favorite blanket.
I want to wake up in my man the desire. The desire to give me forehead kisses. To protect me. To be there for me. To be gentle. To cradle me. To hug me till I can’t breathe.
I want to drown myself in his kind eyes that are looking at me while I’m dancing awkwardly across the room.
I want his eyes to whisper my name and to search for me when I won’t be around. I want me to be the one who will know him the best.
I want his arms to be my home when I’m crying. I want to be lost in his love, to feel myself safe inside his world, I want him to miss me.
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