There’s something intensely intimate about cooking a meal for a man
then having him hold your hand across the table and say / grace.
In between the “I love you’s”
this is how we reconnect:
I straddle and clutch on to him
for my dear life and he /
recharges himself inside of me with all I have to offer / then
me and my man we go out and change
the
world.
from the poetry book, Pocket Honey, Wind & Hips
I love the last bit of this
Lovely 🙂 nd cute 😉
Worship…at its finest.
Nice!
Ooh la la!
Pretty cool poem.
I feel this one in my bones. Lovely
Wow! Sublime, serious and sensuous. Good stuff.
Thanks Noel!
Thanks Nikki. You are a powerful poet.
I love this poem!
Thanks ezzyie!
It’s almost as good as him cooking the meal for you and serving it then saying grace, thanking God for the opportunity to serve you sometimes.
Oh yea… haha, you understand!
A lovely marriage
Keep sharing the love! Hugs and Happy 2018!!
The dream. Glad to know it exists.
Absolutely!