2BLordsGirl poem

If he were a color, he’d be the bluest sky,

As the sky touching my earth,

Ever yearning for his touch upon me.

If he were a feeling, he’d be like the vast midnight sky,

Filled with shimmering diamond stars.

Leaving me clutching the earth as I dizzily stare into his eyes.

If he were a sound, he’d be the hushed rustling of leaves,

On a warm summers day as I lay in the shade, soothed by his voice.

If he were a scent, he’d be wild mint, gently crushed and fresh.

Like catnip to a cat, intoxicating me to playfulness.

He is my Master, leather and velvet,

Leaving me deliriously swimming in emotions,

Leaving me speechless in silent joyful song,

Leaving me yearning for the fulfillment that is him,

Leaving me lost but found.

Leading me ever deeper into the unknown.



When I am scared.... I reach for you, and your arms build a fortress around me.

When I am sad....you voice is a song, a rhythm of a lullaby to soothe me.

When I am lonely...your smile is there to shine and illuminate even the darkest corners of my soul.

When I am happy... it is you by my side sharing it that makes it complete.

I am scared that someday you won\'t be there.

I am sad to think that not everyone has someone like you.

I am lonely when you\'re not here within reach.

I am happy when we are together... touching.