Starting Small

by liliumity   Dec 20, 2014


My mother always
told me to start small,
slowly building up
to the big stuff.

My mother tells good advice -
for I am no girl who
is caught up in grandiose,
passionate fantasies rivalling
the pinings of a lonely housewife.

My deep, carnal desire - the one
that wills humans to
further the population -
is rather quiet, silent.
It's not ready yet .

Instead, I just want
to curl up with him
(fully clothed) and read a book,
breathing in his leather-soap smell and
twining our fingers together,
marvelling at how tiny
mine seem in comparison.

Instead of roaming tongues
and searching hands, I'm
content with sweet, chaste
kisses - stolen snapshots of
a special kind of warmth.

I'm glad to go slow,
treasuring these simple things
like the sound of his laugh
and the scratch of his scraggly whiskers.

I don't want a housewife's dramatic romance,
but rather a sweet first love story.

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