The Shape of Things

There’s room for youAll throughout my body:My hands love yoursPressed against each other;My legs resting on your lapOr locked into your skin;My head nudged in yourShoulder with hair drapingUpon you;My ear listening attentivelyTo your armor pounding chest;My lips tasting yoursOver and overWhile finding your tongueIn search of my secrets;My torso embraced byAll your tugs, pulls and kisses.And yet, I am still emptyWaiting for more…You are the shape of things,A matter of containingEverything good,Sultry, intimate, and dreamy.With you I am fully blossomed.Without you I return toThe shape of a girlWaiting to be lovedLike no other momentIn my history.