I’m not sure I can take much more. The crop delivers so many different sensations but all I can feel right now is fire.
I’m not sure I like it or is it that I like it more than I should? Either way, I hope it stops because too much good and too much bad are suddenly the same thing. Just too much.
The first time I’ve heard that phrase leave His lips… and it brings me out of the swirling abyss of ‘too much’. Though the swats continue, I know that I can take them. I want to take as much as He can give.
I want to be His good girl. I want Him to feel what His words, His actions do to me. I hope that He knows those words push me further. I am desperate to please Him. I am consumed with the ache to be His.
Two simple words should not have such an impact, but they cut through all of my doubt and I know…
I am His and He is mine.