A Girls Desire

A girls desire
I am a woman, who yearns for the sacrificing, everlasting, unconditional love of a man. I am a woman, who desires the look of awe in his eyes, when he gazes upon my beauty. Who desires the touch of appreciation, when he explores my body. Who desires the voice and timbre of praise, when he wills my ears to listen. I want to be complimented, not with his words, but with his actions. I want to be the one who completes his presence, who justifies his existence, and continuously becomes his motivation and purpose when everything else in this world is of no importance to him. I want to be the confinement and residency for his emotions, the safekeeping and locker to his heart. I want to be owner of his soul, and manager of his happiness. I want to be his trusted servant, the epitome of his pleasure, the embodiment of his needs, the carrier of his satisfaction. I want to be his most trusted servant, and his most loyal friend. I want to be his diary. To be the only owner of his secrets, to know his heart through and through, and to be the reasons all his burdens cease because of the comfortability and peace my presence brings. I want to be his rising sun, the bright shining light when he wakes up, the first thought to grace his mind, the constant time and life he lives. I want to be his setting sun, the serenity and peace he seeks, the tranquility he never knew. I want to be his full moon, the only piece of light glistening and glimmering in his world of darkness. I want to be his axis, the holder of his world, the reason he revolves and evolves. I want to be his core, his center, his foundation. I want to be the beginning to his always and forever, and the ending to his never will I. I want to be his queen, his only, his first belief, reason and proof of true loves existence, and his last for ever needing or wanting something and someone else. I want to be ruler of his fears, for it be commanded that he never fear again. I want to be ruler of his troubles, for it be demanded that he never hurts again. I want to be God of his emotions, the almighty creator of every inch of happiness, and abundance of joy he seeks. Promising that he hurts no more, cries no more, weeps no more, fear no more, stress no more. I need to be his only desire, the everlasting to his everlasting.