Oasis In His Arms

I just got home from spending 8 perfect nights with my Daddy.
As he’s long distance, I don’t get to see him very often. Once in a blue moon. And I was able to schedule 8 nights with him.
A whole week of Daddy and I, alone.
The man who owns me, heart and soul.

When I’m with him, I’m at peace.
Being in his presence is so amazing, and comforting, and I wish I could stay there forever.

No matter how much time I get with him, it’s never enough.
Because at some point it has to end.
I have to go back home.
I have to live a life away from him, because that’s where we’re at right now.
And it fucking sucks.

But it makes me treasure the time I have with him so much more.
The whole week I was so grateful to be there.
I got to fall asleep, in his arms at night.
Wake up to him in the morning.
Spend quality time with him watching tv and talking and cutting up
I got to worship his body, which I can never seem to get enough of.
I got to be worshipped by him, because he feels the same endless craving
No matter how much of him I get, it’s never enough
I want more
In so many ways

To me, he’s so perfect
And I absolutely adore him
I don’t know what I did to make the universe bless me so, but I thank the stars everyday for bringing him into my life.
Daddy treasures me, accepts me, adores me. All of me.
I am so happy to be His.

I don’t know when I’ll see him again.
And I miss him like I left a part of me with him.
Because I did. I left my heart in his care.
I happen to know it’s in pretty good hands.

One week. Such a small amount of time.
Yet so soul quenchingly refreshing.
I need him like the Rose needs the sun in order to bloom
For he has become the source of my peace and joy.
I love waking up everyday knowing I’m loved, I’m cherished, and I’m His.
Forever and always.
Unconditionally.

I had a week of Daddy, and it was paradise.
It will have to hold me over
Til the next time I reach nirvana in his arms.

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