for B...*

I admit...i don't have to..but i do...
other men sought me...
often...relentlessly...
but...
lacked the fire i envisioned...
the passion i desired...
They left me cold...
heart frozen...words dried up
and trance-like life passed..
before my eyes...
the earth still spun
dreams grew dull
almost forgotten...

and You walked in...
with a birthday gift...
a sunny smile...and those hands
helping to uncover
what i had meticulously buried...
using words that left me shaking...
stomach clenching...
my petals unravelling...
moist..warm...wet...
You opened me...
showed me the vast depths...
of my lovely femininity...

Opening my eyes
I turned to You...
allowing only Your words
to touch me..
move me...guide me...
uncovering my rhymes...
and realised how much
the poet me in wanted to be read...
and so i write
and You bask in the beauty
of my words...my lovely muse...
and thrill at my awakening...

and all i can say is Thank You....
Thank You for bringing me to life...