Unspoken

They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree

Well I love the fact that I have mother's eyes and my mother's thighs

Even that awkward dimple on my right butt cheek no amount of exercise or
collagen cream seems to be able to remove

I love the way my reflection in the mirror brings back memories of my mother
during her youthfulness

The way I walk, the way I talk, and the way my eyes sparkle when I know you're
watching me from across the room

The fondness I have for natural beauty instead of hiding behind a mask

The way you love me encompasses a shield of protection no other can penetrate

The thought of your caress sends a freezing sensation through my veins and when
I form words to speak I expel clouds of vapors in the air

My words sometimes fall on deaf ears as my sentences are incomprehensible
because those around me tend to think I am speaking in my native
tongue...whatever that may be

I often loose sense of time when I am in your presence

I am uncertain of this obvious connection between you and I

The tide is high and your love washes over me with great depth and concentration

I am filled with envy as I sometimes long to be you, to experience the gratification
you must feel knowing you have the ability to capture me, even when I am not
awake

I suppose this must be what love feels like when it catches you off guard

And if it is then let it be so

I look forward to unpredictability because I have grown accustomed to your
spontaneous gestures

Just promise me this is not a onetime thing and I will graciously continue to be
your puppet on a string, if you will have me

Be Blessed,

Lady 4.0