Saturday, August 15, 2009

MY LETTER.

As I write this letter,
I pour out my heart.
I put it on a platter,
Let you dissect it.
Every time I see you,
It beats like thunder.
When I hear you speak,
It skips a beat.
I get goose bumps,
Thinking about you.
I get all wet inside.
My tummy,
Gets butterflies,
Just before I see your face.
It doesn’t matter where you are,
Distance does not matter,
My heart travels with you.
I am a slave,
I am a victim,
I am ready and willing,
To do your bidding.
I am a woman,
A woman totally,
Absolutely in love,
With the man,
On the other side,
Of the bed.

© thelma migue, 2009

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