Anticipation mixed with doubt, desire fuelled by fear; not knowing what is to come, yet longing for something new. Seconds pass by at a leisurely pace, as you await his first touch.
Your remaining senses sharpen to support your awareness of the world in this darkness.
He is near; you feel his prescience; comforting you, but this is not a time for gentle embrace. He has instructed you to prepare for his address and his need and desire is all too clear.
Sounds…You hear sounds, as he slowly gathers the things he will use: Items for pleasure, instruments of pain.
Waiting…waiting for Him.