Constant

I said I was ready for you. 

Prayed for you. 

But I wanted you on my time, in my sweet spot, when comfortable. And I wanted you easy and soft. 

Foolish of me to believe you would enter my world when I desired instead of when I needed you. Silly musings from a short-sighted and broken boi. 

As always you are in perfect alignment. Salve to my scars. You satiate before I can know hunger. Loving imperfect and unwilling me. 

Who knew I was always ready? Who knew you were always here?