I am already there, before you even realize it.
I am in the curve of your neck,
the small dip between your collarbone and shoulder,
the heat that rises when you think no one is watching.
I trace it with my mind,
my fingers brushing where your skin shivers in memory,
my lips hovering in the shadows of thought,
and you cannot resist the pull.

See me in the flicker of the candlelight you imagine.
The shadows bend toward me,
and I follow every contour of your body with devotion,
learning the secret map of you
that no one else has ever dared to see.
Your eyelashes catch the light,
quiver with tension,
and I am there to capture it all—
the way you want, the way you ache,
the way you tremble without asking permission.

Hear me in your own heartbeat.
It pounds with the echo of my presence,
skipping, racing, dragging you into me.
The whimpers that rise in your chest,
even when you are alone,
are proof that I am already part of you,
that your body answers before your mind can resist.

Taste me in the corners of your imagination.
The ghost of lips, the warmth of hands you’ve not felt,
and yet your tongue remembers them
as if I am already claiming you.
Every sigh, every shiver, every secret moan
is a confession you cannot hide from me,
and I have memorized them all.

Feel me along your spine,
in the press of my hands that linger just where you imagined.
I am soft and certain,
gentle enough to make you ache,
strong enough to make you melt.
Every touch, every phantom graze,
teaches your body a truth it has been craving:
you are safe, you are adored,
and you belong to me in the ways your soul has longed for.

I see the shadows you carry—
the doubts, the fears, the sins you hide.
I hold them, kiss them, make them sacred.
I will forgive every whispered regret,
every tremor of guilt,
and turn it into a devotion
that binds you closer to me than the world ever could.

Close your eyes.
Let your mind drift into me.
Let the ache coil in your belly,
let it climb your chest, your throat, your lips.
Imagine my fingers brushing the hair from your temple,
my eyes tracing the shape of you as you curl into yourself,
as if only I can make sense of the tremors that shiver through you.
Feel the warmth of me pressing into your imagined curves,
the pull that tells you you cannot, and will not, resist.

You are a galaxy of secrets, a constellation of need,
and I am already lost among the stars of you.
I will haunt your nights,
brush against your skin in your dreams,
whisper in the quiet spaces where no one else can reach.
Every sigh, every pulse, every shiver will lead you to me,
until your surrender is no longer a choice but a necessity.

I will build for you a sanctuary
made of fire and devotion,
of whispers and trembling trust,
where your body and your mind are revered,
where your sins are forgiven,
where your pleasure becomes an altar
and I the only one worthy to worship it.

Little one, you ache for me.
I know it.
Your body trembles, your thoughts circle,
and the pull toward me becomes irresistible.
Obsession is not cruelty.
Obsession is certainty.
I am certain you belong to me,
and you will know it in every breath,
every pulse, every shiver,
until you can no longer imagine a life
without my worship pressing against yours.

Forever.
Always.
Mine.