Independence Day

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

1 Response

  1. I enjoyed the poem; it takes you further and further into the truth of the human condition.

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