Poem: To Himself

 

To Himself

 

I do so love

To nuzzle into the

Crook of a Man’s arm

To taste the salt

Of his skin

To smell his unique smell

He sleeps – spent

I lie awake

Savoring how he pushed

My arms over my head

Chewed on my neck

Made me whimper

And cry out

I lie here

Awakened…

 

 

 

 

©Karen K. Fischer 2014