I woke up today, your arms wrapped around me. It fills me with such peece to hear your breath so calm. Yesterday your breaths were short and fast. What we did in the dull candlelight...it makes me blush.
We spend every night together, I never need to wake up alone. You are the king of my heart and the god of my bed. Your smile is so warm and your eyes so kind, though you can always hint a beast lurking there; dangerous and exiting. You have a way about you that make me bow to your every wish. I love submitting to you, love begging you, love when you corecct and punish me.
You know what I need, how to satisfy me. So many there's been, strangers to my heart and body, not able to touch me, take me and hold me as you do. Locked in the bedroom, you, only you, manage to tear down my defenses, to peel of my pride and bring forth the lust and passion in me; making me beg of you to do the things only you can do, making me scream your name, making my body tremble from the torment on the edge that you keep me on for so long. Im begging you, screaming at you to please, please releese me. Your primitive, animal-like growls make me come so fast, so much, so perfect.
Then I get to taste you, I love it the most. When I feel you in my mouth, the slightly bitter taste, I feel more complete then ever.

When your not home, the images of your dark, intelligent and well-aware eyes and your scillfull tounge dances across memory. When I think about your hands sweeping the hair out of my face, taking a firm grip around my chin, I have to catch my breath. I am so attracted to you. Besides your beautiful, manly looks, it's the way you treat me that make me love you so. You hold my hand when we walk through the city, always showing me interesting things, always trying to keep me smiling (a very difficult task). You say I'm your queen, and the few times we have slow, emotinal sex you say I'm your godess. But I also love, absolutely love, the way you take me hard and demanding. That you dare treat me that way. Making me do theese naughty things, and when I'm unsure; punishing me in such wonderful ways, blending pain and pleasure in a forbidden mix, not alowing me to come just yet. Oh, how I love it.
You shoulder so many roles to make me happy. You are the man, strong and protective, loving and cherishing. You satisfy my daddy-complex; teatching me, coreccting me, guiding me holding me, comforting me. You are simply male sometimes, acting selfishly, according to your desires. You are like a brother sometimes too, taking a step back from sexual attraction to be able to stand by my side, supporting me. You are a friend, playing with me, letting our childish sides come forth for a while. You mix all theese sides and becomes what I need when I need it.

We have a normal, funfilled life; with work and friends. I get really mad at you when you forget to do something and sometimes you get angry with me when I shop to much. We argue alot about who has to clean the litterboxes (we have four cats (you have forbidden me to bring anymore cats home) You are often tired from work, spending lots time in front of the tv. I'm home alot, but you never demand anything from me, You don't care if I haven't made dinner, or cleaned the apartment (wich I mostly do). You see every side of me, my sloppy side, the boring me, my whining part, and everything else that I am. I see everytinhg you do and are, not everything so very sexy, but none of it matters when we close the door behind us. Every second of the day, you are the king of my heart. And all those nights in a candle-lit bedroom, you show me why you are the god of my bed.