Seven days until He and i are in each others breathing space.
It has been over a quarter of a year since I’ve seen Him, smelled Him, or felt Him.
and in seven days i can embrace Him, inhale Him…serve Him
My body is craving his touch like starved little child.
i have dreams about what He will do to me; What He will say
I hope my submissiveness is enough that He won’t turn me away
I have grown impatient with time.
Time is against me right now. Making every minute longer.
I look at the clock; the minute hand seems to take its time ticking to the next line.
I know I have to be patient a little while longer
but this time isn’t making me stronger; it’s making me weak
breaking me down so i’m able to bow at His feet
my mind has been on loop, replaying the last time we made love
I can remember so vividly like it was the night before
i hate to wake up; i’m addicted, i need more
only seven more days and i can call Him by name
look into His eyes; stare deep in His soul
i want to let Him know that i need Him; i’m under His control
I willingly give myself to you with no shame
but I have to keep telling myself…
only seven more days