There’s room for you
All throughout my body:
My hands love yours
Pressed against each other;
My legs resting on your lap
Or locked into your skin;
My head nudged in your
Shoulder with hair draping
Upon you;
My ear listening attentively
To your armor pounding chest;
My lips tasting yours
Over and over
While finding your tongue
In search of my secrets;
My torso embraced by
All your tugs, pulls and kisses.
And yet, I am still empty
Waiting for more…
You are the shape of things,
A matter of containing
Everything good,
Sultry, intimate, and dreamy.
With you I am fully blossomed.
Without you I return to
The shape of a girl
Waiting to be loved
Like no other moment
In my history.