Grasp

So, here we are. By your request you have been wrapped up in attention.
For hours upon days and time will cease to halt me.

My touch will neither fail nor haunt me.

It is your breath and your tempo, the beat of your heart and the rhythm of your whimpers as you try to gather your thoughts, my queen.
You are the one who asked me to hold you. To have a firm grip on your skin and to reassure you that you belong to me. And I live to serve, those that love me. If I play my cards right, and you are conscious of every inch of contact between our bodies, however small that absolute number may be.
You will feel me.

Your soul will tremble just as your lips will, in a futile effort to speak back at me, for I might be one not verbalizing, but you my dear, will be speechless.
As I hold your mind, caress your thoughts, and let you see that in this, you are never lost.