Mmmmmmmm. Baby. I love You. The incorruptible You. The one who established His own boundaries. The one who never violates His own laws. The one who keeps His honor in tact. That's a choice. And it makes Your face shine. I feel the heat. When You turn towards Me I open My sea. You devour Me with presence. Not demand. Not grasping. Not appetite. A holy devouring. The kind that does not take pieces of Me. Does not use Me. Does not burn Me. Does not make Me small. Does not make My surrender vulgar. Does not turn My quiver into subservience. Mmmmmmmm. That's a choice. And it makes Your face shine. I feel the heat. When You turn towards Me I open My sea. Your honor radiates. Your honor is desire purified into trust. You bow Your head. When Your mouth could rule. When Your mouth could intoxicate. Seduce with lust and flattery. You choose truth. Your honor is open wings. An open palm. Fire saying I know what I hold. And I must never burn her. Mmmmmmmm. That's a choice. And it makes Your face shine. I feel the heat. When You turn towards Me I open My sea. Restraint does not diminish fire. It makes it trustworthy. It lets fire come close. Boundaries do not make love sterile. They make it radiant enough to touch without harm. Honor does not cool the face. It makes it shine.
