by Mary Tilley

Created on: August 21, 2008

The way you treat me

You run your fingers through my hair
I look up from the warm cocoon of your loving arms
and see the desire in your eyes.
You treat me like a dainty flower
holding me so daintily.

The warmth of your eyes match
the warmth of your burning touch
I'm on fire for you
you treat me like fine glazed pottery
afraid to break me
but I'm already broken for you
my legs quiver as I rise
to meet your burning desire.

You treat me like I want to be treated, then
you fall asleep in the loving nest of my hair
but I don't care, I fall asleep too with my
thoughts of how well you treat me.

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