His hands are the color of rust, strength is embedded within the cracks from a hard days work. His palms read of pain, turmoil and perseverance. He can capture the moment with just a smirk and a small gesture of his hand. Without a word, you know that he is in control, of you, of any important decision and your collective future. You trust him with all of it.

His mind speaks of parables and you get lost in every minute meaning. When he speaks, it’s like poetry and purpose in every word. You yield to his judgment because you know he’s calculated all outcomes and always wants the best for you. On your knees, at his feet, with his hand upon you, there is nothing you want more than his affection and attention and he delivers both with such meaning that you would gladly kneel forever to live in the bliss of his love.