The Way It Should Be
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