Your affection astonishingly
and synonymously feels like
you’re hearing and seeing me
protecting and supporting me
studying and teaching me
feeding and savoring me
unveiling and covering me
feeling and loving me then
drinking and watering me.
You do something to me…
I do not know what it is but
it’s suffocating in a great way!
I can’t get enough of you and
I don’t know what I did to deserve
this season or this experience
of you but I’m forever grateful.
Thank you for really seeing me!
May my voice be your favorite sound.
My sweet aroma your favorite scent.
My soft skin your favorite touch.
My very presence your favorite sight.
My tender kisses your favorite taste and
Wrapped in my arms your favorite place.
I fear thunderstorms because of
the unpredictable noise and chaos.
I also fear the aftermath…
New emergence on slippery roads
that leave your heart wide open for
potential collision and heartache.
Trying to sleep but missing
the piece of the puzzle
that fits the curve that
begins at the groove of my
neck and dips again at
the small of my back yet
fits so perfectly all the way
down to the bend of my
knees and completes at
the tips of my toes…