feeling small is sacred when my head rests against Your warm chest and i can hear Your heartbeat slow as You begin to fall asleep in my arms
feeling small is sacred when i feel Your lips against my forehead Your warm hands cradling my face Your smile against my cheek
feeling small is sacred when i see Your eyes, illuminated by the warm morning sun coming in through Your bedroom window not only the brilliant colors but the depth of the soul within as well
feeling small is sacred when i hear my own name in Your mouth it sounds worthy of the warm love with which You pronounced it and i almost want to ask You to say it again just so i can hear it
when one is cared for when one is held when one is loved the way You have me feeling small is sacred
my face is shaped like a miracle my voice sounds like pouring coffee my touch feels like melted chocolate my hair smells like all of your ex girlfriends rolled in one my skin tastes like new beginnings