Eros, Ludus, Pragma - The Many Faces of Love.
Late December Evening - 07/12/22
“I’m more than confident in my ability to pleasure you until you’re satiated. You deserve that much. But after we’re done, I insist. Let me run you a bath, remind you of the love that you deserve. Listen to the sound of my voice, as you lay here submerged take the deepest breath that you’ve taken all day and as you exhale each time, release the tension from your forehead, then your jaw, your shoulders, your arms & your hands and then your legs and feet. Imagine your self melting into the water. Now that you’re a bit more relaxed, pay attention to the sensation of me gently soaping your skin. Feel every bit of my love channeled into my touch.” Even in my highest arrogance I’m humbled by this love and moved to deep emotions by the thought of being deemed deserving of your time, your presence, your love. I see God in you, hold my hand look deeply into my eyes, that love you feel peering into your soul is simply a reflection of what I see in you. You evoke wonders, you ignite the magic of fables.Â
 "Sorry, I got lost in thought for a moment. Would you like to stay in the bath a bit longer, if not. Let me help you out, then dry your skin for you. I’ll be right back, don’t be afraid to stare as I walk away my love.“
You don’t know it, but I’ve been making playlists of your favorite songs, this one I’ve made just for moments like these. I know what else is would be ideal in this moment. I’d light some scented candles and quickly heat some coconut oil so that I can massage your body. Fuck, I love this woman. I can hear you singing along, I bet you’re going to point in my face and sing to me when I get back to you.
"I’m back. Look at you with your fine ass self, laying there just looking like my wife to be.”
Fuck, I’m getting turned on again. Focus! You lil freak. Laughs to myselfÂ
Nothing pleases me more than being able to please you.
I kiss you on your shoulders, gently, but also with seduction. You’ve already grown accustomed to how sexual I can be. I kiss your neck then your lips and then finally your forehead before proceeding to return to my initial plan. Slowly I pour the oil upon your skin. A student of your body, I attentively witness every reaction; the curling of your toes, the releasing of your pelvis paired with the ease of your posture. “You’re a lot more relaxed than when you got home 2 hours ago. I love that I can be this to you. Loving you makes me feel as if I’ve lived a full life. As if I’ve known the contentment of 100 years.”
Receiving love expressed through words aren’t really one of your top love languages but you’re aware that it’s one of my most grand expressions of love, so you make the conscious efforts to remember to express gratitude for them.
As I massage your body, every touch is intentional. I love feeling the sensation of your skin rubbing against mine. I’m aware of the different levels of sensitivity associated with each part of your body. I know where it’s tense because that’s where you hold your stress. I know where requires me to go deeper and I also know the areas that are ticklish which means you’d prefer if I’d just gently rub there. Honestly, some moments I feel as if I know you better than I know myself to be honest. You’re my muse after all.
When I finished, you sit at the edge of the bed, staring at me. There’s communication that supersedes words, and in this moment I can hear you as loud as the thoughts in my head, beyond that I can feel you. It feels as if you said, “Is this what it’s like to feel safe?”
Impulsively, I kneel at your feet, bending toward them, kissing them. Playfully I kiss them a few more times. Then I look up at you, and whisper “even a King bows at the feet of his Queen. I love you.”
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