That Delicate Balance

It's that delicate balance she craves.
A sweet heart that beats inside a man who'll force her against walls and doors and likes the feel of her hair wrapping in his hand.

To watch such a man you will see strength radiating from him as he goes about his day.
He is sure of who he is and his confidence draws gazes to wander his tall form.
But his blue eyes would settle to the one in the room that he craved.
He would seek out her green eyes and the gentleness in his blues would make her smile sweetly.
Always would be make sure she was alright. Keeping her smiling and feeling safe.
She knew where she stood in his world on the outside as well as on the inside.
She would attend to him making him feel comfortable, adored and happy.

Later when they were alone a soft moan of pleasure would slip from between her lips as his hand tangled in her hair bared her throat for his attention.
Her small form would be pressed against the wall while his larger frame dominated.
Showed her who she belonged to and she willingly submitted to the desire and love she felt for him.
She would wipe the worries of the day from his brow, kiss the stress from his mind and stroke his body till he felt the release of all that troubled him.

They loved one another.
Without apology. With out approval.