You know me so well......

I'm tired, a little fussy just need some support and there you are. The shoulder to lean on, the ear to bend, the hand to hold. I love the way you touch me. You are stroking my fingers, caressing my hand, gently squeezing my fingers with yours. I feel your hand and love all around me. I am safe. The world is not going to take over and get me.
You put your arm around me, while still holding my hand. Your face is in my neck, smelling my hair. You're not initiating anything, yet you have me wanting you so bad. I feel the familiar tingle, the flow of juices as I feel your breath on neck. You are holding me, protecting me. There is a sense of intimacy in your actions. Your actions tell me once again that it is me that you love, not the fact that you are getting a steady piece of tail. I can't explain in words how that makes me feel and maybe as a man you wouldn't understand. Although I think YOU would. You are not like most men.
You are rubbing my back, stroking up and down and we are swaying to silent music, yet we sway in time to each other. I pull away from you and look into your eyes. I am overcome with want and desire and love. All the furies of the day just melt away, I am lost in your arms. You kiss my forehead and cheek. I turn my face toward your lips, wanting to taste you and feel your warmth on me.
You murmur words of love, telling me that everything is ok. You make everything ok.