Taken Care Of


I want to be taken care of.
But not in the way that you think.

I don’t want your money.
I don’t need you to buy me things or take me places.
I have my own money.
I’ve got my shit handled and under control.

But I still want to be taken care of…

Take my hand when we’re driving … just because.
Make me a cup of coffee … even if you aren’t having any.
Bring me some fuzzy socks when I’m watching TV because you know my feet get cold (even when it’s 1,000 degrees outside).
Cook with me … laugh with me … be honest with me.
Kiss me … often.
Hold me … tightly … because you know I need to feel safe and protected.

And when you love me, touch me with passion and purpose.
Give me what I crave … what I need.
Make me forget everything, and just feel.

I want to be taken care of. I am worth it.
I will give you all of my love & devotion in return.
If you think that’s asking too much, you’re not the man for me.


(Please don’t remove credit…this is my original work.)

Seems like Daddy 101 to me. And not to put too fine a point on it but a Little/Middle/Younger might want to serve her Daddy similarly…