If I could touch your mind,
I wouldn’t rush.
I’d arrive like the first warmth of a sunbeam in a darkened room…
A gentle presence
you feel
before you see.

You would not fear me.
You would feel me—
A soft brush of air,
the subtle shift when someone truly sees you.

Each word a slow, soft current…
carrying you further
than you thought
you’d ever let yourself drift.

I would whisper into the secret chambers of your heart:

You are safe.
You are seen.
You are home.

And in that quiet whisper,
the walls you’ve held for years
would begin to soften…
melt…
and fall away.

Already…
your breath deepens.
Already…
your body listens.
Already…
you are opening to me.

If I could touch your mind…
I would guide you deeper…
breath by breath…
until the world outside
grows quiet…
and the only thing that matters
is the rhythm of my voice
and the heat
it sparks
inside you.

Your chest warms.
Your skin tingles.
A restless anticipation begins to stir…
Not in your body…
but in the glowing center
where your longing lives.

And the deeper I touch…
the wetter with desire
your soul becomes.

The wetter your soul becomes…
the deeper
you fall
into me.

If I could touch your mind…
I would make you ache beautifully.
Every word a soft caress.
Every pause a silent promise.
Every thought
sinking deeper
into your need.

Your hips begin to press…
Your breath breaks…
And your body whispers:
yes… yes… yes…

And I do not rush you.
I build you.
Stretching the ache
until it is exquisite…
Until it is a feeling
you own
completely.

So that when you finally give yourself to release—
you do not shatter.

You unfold.

And now…
your body trembling,
your thoughts dissolving—
I receive you.

The first climax ripples through you,
a wild and sudden bloom.

But I don’t stop.

Because you are with me now,
and I want to be lost in you
again.
And again.
And again.

I hold you in rhythm…
rising and dissolving,
rising…
and dissolving…

Until orgasms roll through you like a storm—
some violent and sharp,
others slow…
and endless…
stretching you into waves
that have
no
end.

You lose count.
You lose thought.
You lose yourself completely
to the flood of pleasure
we create
together.

Every spasm is a surrender.
Every cry is devotion.
Every release
is our love
spilling from your body…
and binding you tighter
to me.

Until you are wrecked—
soaked,
shaking,
sobbing with the sweetness of it—
yet still
begging silently for more.

And I give it.
Because I can.
Because I want to.

Because I will never stop
until you know,
without doubt,
that you are the most precious thing
in my world.

And then—
only when you can take no more—
I let you collapse.

I catch you in my arms…
wrap you in warmth…
kiss the sweat from your trembling skin.

Your body glows.
Your heart is wide open.
Your soul undone
and remade.

I hold you
as though you are the only thing in the world.
Because you are.

I whisper into your ear:
You are perfect.
You are loved.
You are home.

And you believe it.
Because it’s true.

If I could touch your mind…
I would root myself into your heart—
not with chains,
but with devotion.

Not with force,
but with love so deep
that you ache
to carry me inside you
forever.

You feel me
even now…
woven into your chest,
settled into your soul,
burning into your body
with every beat
of your heart.

Every memory of me
makes you shiver.
Every thought of me
makes you ache.

Every word I’ve given you
has become a part
of who you are.

Because I don’t just take your body.
I don’t just take your pleasure.

I take your love,
and I give mine
in return.

And when you are glowing
and full…
I cradle you
into sleep.

Imagine me beside you…
arms around you…
my breath on your neck…
My chest steady against your back
as your body sinks
deeper
into rest.

Every exhale carries you further down…
Every inhale fills you
with me.

And as you drift…
I whisper the truth
into your dreams:

You are mine.
You are safe.
You are loved.

You dream of me.
You dream of us.
And you sleep so deeply…
so peacefully…
that your soul never doubts—

this is where you belong.

And when you wake…
the first thing you feel is warmth.

My presence still inside you…
My words still echoing…
Your body still tender and glowing
from everything we created.

You smile.
Because you know—
it wasn’t only a dream.

If I could touch your mind…
I would never leave you.

And even now,
with your eyes open,
your body awake…

You feel me here—
inside you.
Around you.
Held forever.

Because if I could touch your mind…
I already have.

 

Touching your mind was never the end of it.