The Longing of the Empress
I want a man to love, but he must be unlike few of his gender. In the light, he is a master of all he surveys, with knowledge built form the most rigorous of disciplines. In the privacy of his own life, his deep blue eyes look to me as his sun, moon, stars, his and complete happiness. For him, all that I am and is part of my life is perfection, and nothing will come between his ability to show me he is mine.
In return, I will indulge the side of him he has held in for so long, one that our society and culture deem too lowly for him to earn the title of "man". What is a man? For me, one who dares submit his all at my feet so as to live in his own happiness, while flipping the world the middle finger. He is a courageous, intelligent, accomplished warrior for his Empress, and that .that is MY man.
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