Josephine’s Surrender to Napoleon

Dear My Undoing,

You, look at me across the room as if you want to live deep within me. Do you know what that does to me? You look upon me as though I am something sacred, that lights your soul with flame from within. Your eyes speak to me as they can see what hides beneath my well curated mask. Your eyes strip notch by notch the corset that keeps me held in and respectable. Your eyes see me naked. There is an unspoken knowing between us.

Many times we have circled closer and closer only to retreat. Is this the art of war? I care not to win and only surrender unto you. I know thyself and the name that has carved its self into my heart and mind. It only whispers your name and the love I have felt from others feels like a degradation of the soul. Please, now is your time to conquer me while I’m in a weakened state.

The winter has come and gone. There is the renewal of Spring upon us. Are we going to let another season pass as we linger outside the door on the precipice of heaven? Let’s no longer be overcome by the pitfalls that bind us within stagnation. Not advancing is cowardice and retreat is reckless. So, we find ourselves in a perplexing conundrum, my love.

I guess in all matters of the heart and all matters of war the first rule is a fundamental universal law “know thy enemy.” Your covert strategic measures have not gone unnoticed. In fact they were welcomed. It was reassuring that this desire was not something I had conjured up. As I believe my name is carved as deeply into your heart as it is to mine. I hear it when my name takes siege of your mind and you speak it with your lips.

I want you to know everything about me, so you loose all hesitation regarding your invasion. I do not wish to be an annexed state and your occupation has been taking a toll for sometime. You need to conquer me. Please, do not exile me as I am madly in love with you.

So, dear general we have a resolve. You must know me before you can conquer me and anoint yourself emperor over me. You must be willing to do your research and check your premisses. You will find an open book with a heart that is worn upon my sleeve. You will find a soul that years to feel the breath of it’s mate. You will find a body that desires to be worshipped as I would worship yours. So, know me! We can become close friends as you strategically strategize your invasion. You must advance forward as the stagnation will just deplete your resources.

Most of my life I have been a good girl and I’ve conformed to the rules of proper society. Clawing my way up and up. I learned early on how to earn love and scrap for every morsel of affection. I married right and proper and then my life became a reign of terror. Everyday walking on eggshells as the guillotine was within eye sight. A good general does not waste finite resources on a battle it cannot win. So, I wait. Not as someone looking for a savior. A knight to rescue me would be easy to find. Just as a girl to comfort your nights is easy to find. You have status and I have beauty these qualities make us desirable to others. Yet, we desire so much more. I see you general.

What I desire from you is to undo me. Let me melt into your breath as your lips graze my body. I crave your fingertips and most of all I crave your laughter. I carnally crave you and I want to taste the essence of you on my tongue. I want your loving protection. I want you to love me hard and in return I will love you back hard in unison.

I want to be your Waterloo as you surrender your mouth upon me as you glide the tips of your fingers over my skin. I want to rub the back of your head as I exile you to rose garden. I want your ice to break from beneath me and have you consume me.

I want you to unhook my Jarretière with measured patience as you look into my eyes. Kiss my right knee and glide your tongue up my inner thigh. I want you to cup my face in your hand, play with my hair and whisper to me your truth. So, I may know you as you know me. As you pin my hands above my head as I beg to please you. As I drip with the desire to mount you. I dream of an intoxicating night where you hold me and tell me that you have never felt this amazing ever. I want to watch you moan and release. I find you so insanely sexually desirable and all I want is to know how you taste. I want to feel the warmth of your essence on my face and breasts.

When you are away from me, I want your mind to think of me in the most intoxicating and intimate ways Possible.

I can handle you.

We were never just friends…

In Loving Surrender,

Josephine