Solice

Let me take solace in what I need. I’ve seen to you when you needed to be tied down and when you needed to be held and when you needed to be bruised and hurt.

Let me come to you with the curtains open and the cool gray of dusk’s light pouring in.

Let me find you on a nest of pillows and blankets, naked and warm, soft and sleepy, perfumed and happy, like a goddess.

Let me sink to my knees and bury my head between your thick welcoming thighs. For your pleasure, certainly, but for my sanity more directly. Let me be slow. Let me linger. Pat my head and tell me where to focus. Coo and sigh and tell me I am good. Show me how to carry you away. Open yourself and let me have you.