I’m still perplexed,
in awe, really,
that you would long for me so.
That after all my failings,
you would still wish,
more than anything,
for my time and attention to be yours.
Now, as my smooth places are not as sleek,
and my buttery, soft skin, not as supple…
Now, when pretty flirtations don’t light up my dark brown eyes,
How is it that that you still pursue me with such desire?
How is it that I can often be satisfied to find your naked toes in the sheets,
but that you always burn to find every inch of me.
You prefer our place under the covers to any high place on earth.
You would clear away any obstacle just to whisper to me quietly.
How you work tirelessly to meet my every need.
How, for all these years, you will deny yourself anything,
to be sure that I have everything.
How you sweat, and fix, and conquer, for the small favor of my high regard.
How can the world send young women to chase after sleek imitations,
with hair and whiskers disarranged just sexily so,
When there’s you?
Girls chasing dreams of fictitious enigmas, which they compare to the bleak, unfulfilling every day.
The bleak, wondrous love I enjoy
Are there more like you?
You, in the end,
When all the rugged chase is over.
You are my dream come true.
With all your faults and shortcomings, pressed closely against all my finally revealed self…
The faithful warmer in my bed.
The one who has never left my side.
The one who knows just how to lay, so I can wrap my arm around to tuck my hand just so.
You, my dream come true.
The one who loves me,
one step down from God.
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