THE WAY IT SHOULD BE

He greets me....

And I melt into his gaze.

 

He feeds me....

And I am lost in the sweetness of the smell.

 

He rubs my feet....

And the tingle runs through my thighs.

 

He reads to me....

And I hear nothing but the melody of his voice.

 

He kisses me...

And time stands still.

 

© Lynnette Schuepbach, June 10, 1999