Surety,
How is he so sure of me,
So sure of an us,
Surely he can't be that sure of a forevermore?
How is he so sure,
That I can be everything he wants and more,
Despite the space, the time, the "other" man,
How does he look at me with such infinite possibility?
How does he have such confidence,
In himself,
In me,
In all that we could and can be?
How does he still look at me,
Lustfully,
Respectfully,
Without hesitation or second guessing?
How does he still make me feel magical?
It's been so many months, many months too long,
Since I've felt a gaze so unquestionably devouring,
I want him to devour me once more.
How can it be,
That this man still wants me,
Wants all of me,
Even my insecurities?
Disciplined is an understatement,
Working for what you want,
Doesn't even begin to describe it,
This man is more than dedicated.
Maybe I can believe I'm worth it,
Maybe I can convince myself I deserve all this and more,
Maybe It's been my flaw all along,
Settling for less because I couldn't believe,
That I deserved more.
