He loves me, he cares
He knows my
insecurities, my flaws
He doesn't mind them at all.
I am his.
Anxiety
would kick in when he’d ask to rub my feet.
Because of child hood surgeries
and deformities
I’d quickly snatch them away with tears leaping from my
face.
He’d say that he loves me he cares he knows my flaws
He doesn't mind them at all; scares decorate my body forever and a day
But he loves
me.
He tells me; I am a bottle of divine
When drinking from my lips, his
wicker skin, pleasing to me.
His lips soft as dreads stroke me.
His body
thick as molasses, sweet in my mouth
Lying on top of him is my
satisfaction.
He loves me, he cares
He knows my insecurities, my
flaws
He doesn't mind them at all.
For I am his oxygen.
He sees me for
who I am and acknowledges my honest sense of not being perfect.
I am to him,
perfect in his eyes.
He is the only positive in all of my negatives.
He
loves me, he cares, and he knows my insecurities, my flaws.
He doesn't mind
them at all.
By
( Shaniqua Hudson )
