I want to declare my independence but I can’t
I am a slave to your love, your touch, your voice
I crave your eyes on me–touching me to my soul
I long for your voice to bid me come, to take me, declare I am yours.
I desire your touch, holding me
making me forget all others and acknowledging that you are the only one with the power to move me
to perfect a rhythm that you compose
I am wishing that you would tell me that you are as much a slave to my eyes, my touch, my voice, as I am to yours.
(c) Copyright 2008. A TCWoman’s Guide to Good Love