I like smelling the top of your head
I'm opening up to you
I like laying next to you in bed
I like smothering you
Like a mother over all grounds covered
Over the needy and wishful you hover
with caring eyes, a big heart
The innocence and awkward feel of a child
but the sass of a grown woman
The breath of the wild
and the mind of the fearful and cautious
With a hint of adventure, but no balance..