I kneel at the end of the bed, my knees cold against the hardwood floor.
My head is hung low and my breathing is steady.
In and out, I breathe, in and out.
Footsteps echo down the hall and my patient heart skips a beat.

Excitement overcomes me but I push it away for later.
For him, I am patient.
For him, I am calm.

The door squeaks with that familiar sound and I take a deep breath.
“Hello my love,” his words echo in my ear like the sound of angels singing.
I smile faintly, waiting for him to approach me, which he does immediately.

“Look up at me,” he demands, though his voice is calm.
I raise my head and lift my eyes to meet his and I am overjoyed.
“How was your day?” he asks me, running his finger along my chin.
“It was very good Sir,” I answer him eagerly, wanting to tell him of all I did.

Our time to talk will come.
I must remain patient.
For him, I am patient.
For him, I am calm.

I watch his eyes run over my naked body and I tingle where they trial.
His touch, his look, his love, he is everything that I crave.
For him, I live.
He brings his self down to his knees and trails his mouth along my neck.

“You smell amazing,” he smells my skin before kissing below my ear.
He pulls me into him, kissing me, feeling me, laying me upon the ground.

For him, I live.
He lives, for me.
He leads, I follow.
Together, we venture forward.

His hand on me.
Myself beneath him.
I am sheltered.
I am his.

I am completely free.