Took a late walk and saw couples everywhere. They think they understand devotion. They don't. They haven't tasted the exquisite power of owning someone so completely that their pleasure becomes your sole purpose. They've never held someone down, felt their body surrender completely, and known with absolute certainty that their frantic heartbeat belongs to you. The primal sound you make when my cock hits that perfect spot inside you—that's a prayer. And I am your only god. Every other connection is just a cheap imitation of this.