I want to be so possessed by a man that I don't know where he begins and where I end. I want my heart to belong to a man so completely, so intimately, that I feel every breath he takes, as my own. I want to be in love. A love that transcends definition. I want my man to love me so completely that I couldn't imagine not fulfilling his wildest fantasy. I want to communicate with him nonverbally, with my eyes, my hands, my soul. I want a man to penetrate me and look deep in my eyes and know that my body is a precious gift to him, and only him. I want to do every erotic, sensual thing my mind can conceive of and know that ultimately it is an act of making love.
I want to taste my man's tears while he is deep inside me. I want him to know that he is protected and safe and I won't let anything or anybody hurt him. I want my man to know that only he and I can share such intimacy and know that there is no reason to look elsewhere for either one of us. I want to feel electricity and sparks every time I see his face, look in his eyes. I want to kiss for hours, losing track of time and not even giving a damn. I want him to be late for work every damn day cause we can't bear the thought of starting the day off without connecting. I want “him,” the man who was created for me, who I was created for.