Service
"Would you like something to drink? Would you like me to leave you alone?"
He pondered these questions. The offer of service. The offer to respect His occassional (okay, frequent) need to be by Himself with His thoughts. While she had quickly taken to serving His needs, it had taken a while for her to be okay with giving Him space. she had learned to do it, but it was against her nature. He loved her for making the effort to please Him, particularly because He knew she would much rather 'force' herself upon Him. Make Him talk to her. Make Him let her help somehow (even when there was nothing she could 'do'). she had learned to just make the offer and be available to Him. Although she might never completely understand why, this is exactly what He needs at those times. Don't try to fix Me or My problems, He would think, just continue being you while I deal with whatever I need to deal with.
"Would you like something to drink? Would you like me to leave you alone?"
The words came back to His mind. No, I don't need a drink. No, I don't want you to leave Me alone. I want you to act like everything is normal (because for Me, it is). I want you to just be you. Continue to be available, in case I do need a drink or something. Continue to think of ways to make Me happy (not because you think I'm unhappy, but just because you should always be thinking of ways to make Me happy). Continue thinking sexy thoughts, and continue writingthem down and telling Me about them.
Continue being Mine and nothing else will matter. That is all there is.
He pondered these questions. The offer of service. The offer to respect His occassional (okay, frequent) need to be by Himself with His thoughts. While she had quickly taken to serving His needs, it had taken a while for her to be okay with giving Him space. she had learned to do it, but it was against her nature. He loved her for making the effort to please Him, particularly because He knew she would much rather 'force' herself upon Him. Make Him talk to her. Make Him let her help somehow (even when there was nothing she could 'do'). she had learned to just make the offer and be available to Him. Although she might never completely understand why, this is exactly what He needs at those times. Don't try to fix Me or My problems, He would think, just continue being you while I deal with whatever I need to deal with.
"Would you like something to drink? Would you like me to leave you alone?"
The words came back to His mind. No, I don't need a drink. No, I don't want you to leave Me alone. I want you to act like everything is normal (because for Me, it is). I want you to just be you. Continue to be available, in case I do need a drink or something. Continue to think of ways to make Me happy (not because you think I'm unhappy, but just because you should always be thinking of ways to make Me happy). Continue thinking sexy thoughts, and continue writingthem down and telling Me about them.
Continue being Mine and nothing else will matter. That is all there is.
posted by Frederick at
10:40 AM
1 Comments:
The thing is...(What's the thing?) The thing is it is hard for me to be me because if i am truly being me, i would drag You into some dark place, get on my knees and take You into my mouth to give You a little pleasure and try to brighten Your mood. But, there i would go again, trying to fix it.
But, being 'me' is looking forward to my time in the elevator with You or other places. Looking forward to my leg resting against Yours while we eat. Looking forward to getting close enough to smell You.
But, i feel like, when You get in this mood, You don't want to be near me. Of course only making me want to crawl inside Your arms and stay there forever.
Is that love or what?
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Anastasia, at 11:24 AM
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