I’ll take you out by the water in Istanbul, just as the sun starts to set.
We’ll walk along the edge, feel the breeze, and stop somewhere quiet for dinner, something simple, just you and me.
I’ll watch the way the light hits your face and smile, knowing what’s coming later.
After dinner, we’ll head back to the room.
I’ve already prepared it, roses on the bed, soft lights, warm sheets.
I’ll sit you down gently, and kiss you slow, no rush, no pressure.
I’ll talk to you, touch you carefully.
I’ll undress you one piece at a time, always watching your eyes to make sure you’re ready.
When the moment is right, I’ll ease into you, slowly, gently, letting you feel every part of it.
I know it might hurt a little at first.
But I’ll hold you. I’ll move with you.
You’ll be safe with me, and you’ll know this is something I’ve thought about, not just the act, but the meaning.
And when it’s over, I’ll stay close.
I’ll pull you into my arms, kiss your forehead, and let you fall asleep on my chest.
And in the morning, I’ll beat you at Mortal Kombat Trilogy again, like always.