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