The Man I Want to Kneel For.

Part 1 - I don’t want to be loved halfway. I want to be consumed and to give myself to only one man who can handle me.

Some women want a fairytale. I don’t. I want fire. The kind that licks up the spine and makes you forget your own name. I want a man who doesn’t just look at me, but sees me, the wild, messy, passionate, stubborn Aquarius woman that I am. I want him to crave me like an addiction he never wants to quit. I want to be desired so deeply that it shows in the way he pulls me close, in the way his voice drops when he calls me baby, in the way his hand settles on my thigh like it belongs there because it does.

Desire alone isn’t enough. I’ve been desired by men before, and it felt like hunger without substance. I want the kind of man who doesn’t just want me for a night… but wants me for life. One man. My man. A king who knows his worth and sees the worth in his queen. And for that man? I’d give him a version of me the world will never see. The world gets my strength, my independence, my fire. But he would get my surrender. Not because I have to… but because I want to. My submission would be my gift to him, my way of saying, You’ve earned me. All of me. I picture it sometimes coming home after a long day, my body humming with the anticipation of seeing him. He’d be in the kitchen, maybe still in his work shirt, sleeves rolled up, that faint smell of cologne still clinging to him. He’d look at me, and that one look would strip me bare inside. I’d cross the room, slide my arms around his waist, and press my lips to the warm skin of his neck. And just like that, I’d remember this is my king.

I’d make sure his world was soft when the outside world was hard. His plate is full. His mind is at peace. His body is taken care of in ways that make him forget every other woman’s name. I’d take my time with him, let my hands and my mouth speak a language only he and I know. But don’t get it twisted, my submission wouldn’t make me weak. It would make me dangerous. Because a woman who is loyal, passionate, and willing to please her man in every way? She’s not something you play with. She’s something you protect, cherish, and keep close. And I wouldn’t give myself to just anyone. He’d have to earn it. Prove to me that his loyalty runs as deep as mine. Show me that he’s the kind of man who can handle my storms and still want to stay. I want a man who can pull my hair one moment, and pull me into his chest the next. A man who can whisper filthy things in my ear, then look me in the eyes and tell me he loves me without a hint of shame. That balance… that’s what I’m after. I’ve been told I’m “too much”, too passionate, too stubborn, too sexual, too intense. But I believe the right man will think I’m just enough. For him, I’d be his softness, his heat, his escape. I’d spoil him with the kind of loyalty and desire that most men only fantasize about. And in return? I want to be treated like the rare thing I am. I want him to claim me, not with words alone, but with action. To make it clear, in the way he touches me, talks to me, and looks at me in public, that I am his.

When I give myself to him, it won’t just be in the bedroom, though God knows, he’ll get every fantasy he’s ever had. It’ll be in the way I listen to him, the way I stand beside him, the way I fight for him. My submission is my trust, my love, my loyalty… wrapped in the body of a woman who will go to her knees for him and rise as his equal. Because that’s the truth about a king and his queen: we know when to stand side by side… and when to let him take the lead. Until I find him, I’ll keep my crown on, my standards high, and my fire burning. But the day I meet the man who’s worthy? I’ll gladly place my crown beside his throne, kneel at his feet, and give him the one thing no man has ever truly had: all of me.

To be continued...