When His Presence Takes Over
You knew exactly what you were doing when you showed me that belly.
No rush.
No hiding.
Just weight, presence, confidence.
I don’t fall to my knees because I’m weak.
I do it because your body demands it.
That belly doesn’t ask for attention..it takes it.
It fills the frame.
It fills the room.
It fills my thoughts until there’s nothing else left.
I look at you and I don’t see excess.
I see power.
I see comfort.
I see a man who knows he deserves to be admired slowly.
You stay still.
You let me look.
You let me feel small in front of something bigger than me.
Good.
I like how grounded you are.
How heavy.
How unapologetic.
You make it easy for me to obey my instincts.
Stay like that.
Let me kneel.
Let me admire what you carry so confidently.
You don’t need to move.
You don’t need to prove anything.
Your body already says enough.
And I’ll stay right here,
exactly where your presence puts me.
