Touch

It is a simple gesture

When you place your hand on my back.

You find just the right moment,

And my insides squeal with delight.

The sensation of your warm hand lingers,

And, just like a good smelling cologne,

It finds me throughout the day...

It envelopes me.

I breathe in its sweetness

Because it was created just for me.

I love the scent of your touch.

Better Feel

This morning I crave the touch of my pillow on my face
Because it feels oh so good when I have "sleepy head",
Silly cuddle time with my little one,
Good morning kisses from my love,
Coffee and a chicken biscuit.

Previously my cravings were intangible...
Cooked up in my dreams to satisfy need.

Now I'm living, not dreaming.

These cravings have a better feel...

Outside Her Box

She keeps the side window to her box unlocked.

Every now and then it's nice to crawl back inside...

For old time's sake.

She spends a minute or two in there looking around,

That's all she needs for it is quite small,

And there's not much to see.

She re-emerges...

Happy to be finally living outside her box.

Good morning, Love

I feel most exposed when you see me in the morning light...

Vulnerable,

Naked,

Open.

I used to hide from that...

After all, did I really want you to see EVERYTHING?!

The answer was an astonishing

"YES!"

I like how it feels

When your eyes smile

As you take all of me in...

And give all of yourself back.


Good morning, Love.

Ribbon

A ribbon was tied to her index finger.

It was modest,

But when it caught her eye

It had a hint of sparkle and flair...

She put it there to remember that she forgot

What it felt like to be so loved.