There's this spark, a gentle flame,
a candle of hope warming my inside
with the thought of you returning home.

You were asked "Who is the
man in the relationship?"
because apparently there has to be
a man...
But, you said "That's the point.
Nobody is the man."
I'm sure he smiled and
tilted his head to the side
because in reality
isn't the man
usually
dominant?

I remember as a kid
believing that the men
had all the rights whereas
the women had none at all.
But, now I see if you want the
relationship to work out, then
you must both agree that you are
equal in each others love.

I have found that maybe I am the
Dominant lover, but something she
may not realize is that my heart
beats for her and my hand reaches
for her. That my thoughts lead to her
and that my body only wishes to feel
her warmth beside me every day and night.

I may be dominant, but you'll always have superiority over my heart.

I wish to tell him how
happy she makes me.
     But, sadly I do not know
his views on homosexuality.

You know you're in love
when you smell her in
your pillow and when
she laughs at the way
you now beg for
her to touch you
the way that
you touch
her.

I heard your voice on the radio
Each word transmitting
from your lips
You touch me more than you even know
From my neck to your fingertips

To be under your skin
is where I should have been.
From the start I knew
a little bit of everything
except you.
And to know you
is to know everything.