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