Love as Sanctuary

I love being a baby, I love being prayed for, I love being cared for, spoiled and adored. I love letting my guard down so you can take over, I crave that genuine, tender love... gentle as a clover. The kind where kindness isn’t taken as weakness, Where emotional openness is strength, not meekness. Where vulnerability and communication feel like grace, Where comfort and peace fill every quiet space. Oh, I crave that wanting love... deep and endless. The kind where we find rest in each other’s presence, Where your day feels unfinished without my essence. Where you call just to hear my voice and chatter, Because connection, to us, is what truly matters. I crave that safe love... soft, steady, ever-present. I want to show you my most embarrassing scars, So you teach me to wear them proudly, like stars. I want to whisper my secrets, desires from within, So you hold them gently, loving me deeper again. Oh, I need that real love...patient, pure, and honest to the skin. ~Tricia💕