Day dreaming of him.
Dreaming of him

I gasp as he pushes me up against the wall, taking hold of my wrists and pinning them to them above my head. He leans in and kisses me roughly, passionately on my still parted lips.
Is this what you want, he growled at me.
”Yes” I barely managed to whisper.
He releases one of my hands, to grab a fistful of my hair at the back of my head, “Yes, what!?” He demanded. I knew what he meant.
“Yes Sir” I quickly corrected.


I look at the picture I have of him.
It fills my heart with so much love.
I long to touch him, hold him, care for him, hear his voice
I cry. With the heartbreak of it all
Truth is, I still have hope that he may allow me to serve him. Silly I know 😢