I pray to God, his saints and angels, the Fates and stars, ancient deities, nameless spirits, and ba
I pray to God, his saints and angels, the Fates and stars, ancient deities, nameless spirits, and bald-headed little wise men for Your safe travels today. Come home and cast away Your fatigue. Come tell me of Your victories this weekend, and I will massage the fatigue right out of You; I will chase it from Your feet to Your scalp, and out. I will light and awaken; I will love the spirit and fierceness right back into You. Back to basics, to laughter and time bending to our will, to candle aroma and bath bubbles and the silky collapse under caress and whisper; to the unending kiss and inseparable limbs. I know Your hidden places, the coves that drive You crazy. Just come home, Mistress, I beg You. Please just get here. I will be at the door, kneeling. –servus -- source link