clarityinwaves:

I want you at my feet, pretty boy – looking up at me, soft eyes, soft mouth. I’ll rub my thumb across your bottom lip and tell you how lovely you are. How much it means to me when you kneel for me. Don’t bow your head, don’t lower your eyes. I love your strength, your pride, the way you turn it all over to me. I love the way you look with my fingers tangled in your hair and my hand against your throat.