Give in to what you want.

Not because I’m demanding it…

but because a part of you has been waiting for someone who sees straight through the armor you wear.

Let it fall.

Willingly.

Piece by piece.

Let your desire speak louder than your discipline.

Let yourself sink into the pull you keep trying to ignore.

You don’t have to be the strong one with me.

Not here.

Not now.

Just come to your knees

not out of obedience,

but out of wanting.

Craving.

Choosing.

Worship, not because you’re told to…

but because you need to.

Because surrender feels better than resistance ever did.

I’m not taking your self-control.

You’re offering it.

And I want you to feel how intoxicating that choice truly is.