When It's  Real

When Its Real

He wont tell me he Love's me with words,
instead...
he will let his eyes roam the expanse of
my ample frame letting his eyes rest on my
supple hills and valleys...then his smile
will let me know that my temple...is his home

When It's Real
It won't matter that
I'm "used goods".. he will
look at me and shine me up
with his caring hands and tender ways
He will remind me of my worth...
because I ...will be so precious to him.

When It's Real

A day spent at home in the crevice of his arm
watching a movie will be what makes our hearts
content...we will move easy with each other...
Nothing forced....and there will be no need to hurry

When It's Real
My tears will matter to him...deeply
my fears will become a priority to him,and
he will make haste to lay waste to my demons...

When It's Real
I won't have to search for the truth
He...will be my truth,and everything about
him will resonate with the vibration I need
to breathe....

When It's Real
he wont just seek my flesh in moments of lust
he will adore my softness and loose himself
within my folds ...because he has found
what he has needed...finally

When It's Real...
I will Finally be able to lay
my weary ink pen down.
No longer writing about when it's real

I Will Live It....
Jah...when will what I write...
become...what is real?