The echo of his growl

It starts low, a rumble in his chest,The sound that puts my frantic mind to rest.A vibration felt before it’s ever heard,More potent than a single spoken word.

That Daddy growl, so dark and deep,Wakes the hunger that I try to keep.It ripples through the stillness of the air,Finding every nerve ending laying bare.

It lights a fire deep within the soul,A steady heat that’s gaining full control.The world outside begins to fade and blur,In response to every word and every stir.

Within the chest, a heavy, gathering storm,Electric, wild, and comfortably warm.The thunder builds and echoes in the mind,Leaving every worried thought behind.

The walls of cold resistance start to break,With every rhythmic breath and step you take.The hesitation finally slips away,In the quiet where the golden shadows play.

The spirit finds a calm and steady ground,Where peace and understanding can be found.Each moment brings a sense of being known,In a strength that's greater than my own.

The current pulls toward a safer shore,Where doubt and restless fear exist no more.To stand within that vast and certain light,And find a path that's finally clear and bright.

The storm has passed, the air is clean and still,Guided by a strong and steady will.The journey ends where trust and courage meet,Making the connection feel complete.