Waiting To Exhale

There’s something to be said about a man at peace, even if just for a moment.

I love to watch as he eats.

It’s just predator and prey, what I'd give to be that very feast.

The drip off his lip and inside that ferocious grip.

Anything to keep the peace.

I love to recreate that expression on his face.

I'm spreading my knees, he's taking his place.

I’m screaming his name as he orders my release.

There's something special about being that mans peace.

A sublet satisfactory rumble from the deepest depths of his chest.

That’s all I needed to be able to breathe, that’s now the only way that I can get to sleep.

To shed his armour.

To bring him to safety's door, because everyday there’s a different war.