Sometimes I feel very small.
When I see the world around me.
I like the little things...
A quiet breeze on my face.
Sunlight on my shoulders...
small wonders... small joys.
I like a soft touch
in the curve of my waist
or down my spine
hints of whispers
on my hip
or on my neck
tenderness of a tongue
as it traces my lips
or the hollow of my throat.
arms that hold me tight
and hands that grasp firm
never letting me go
fingertips
that brush my hair
out of my eyes
or tears from my cheeks
A voice that
speaks lovingly
but can change
to roughly encite passion.
I am yours...
I belong to you...