Smiling, I think of you,
For you have many roles,
Lover;
Confident;
Slut;
Whore;
I want them all,
For I want you.
I see you in your glory,
In your smile,
The glint in your eye,
The drizzle of your essence.
I hear your voice,
It’s lilt.
It inhabits my dreams,
As you read my words,
Stirring my loins and my soul.
I feel your touch,
As you take me to our sacred space,
The place we nurture in each other,
Where wants made known,
Burst with life and joy,
Sustaining my day,
And
Enriching my night.
