sweet, dripping
adolescence,
glowing in
post-pubescence
firm,
ripe &
nubile breasted

upon their softness
his wooley head
rested...


oh no
but that was
long ago
and I've since
learned
what I now
know

it wasn't when
I was just 16
that my womanhood
was crowned "pure Queen"

it wasn't when
I stood in white;
nor even on
my wedding night...

I don't expect
to be understood
but what I speak
is true,
and good...

and truth has
served to make me free
to always be
completely 'me'

He smiled one day
and blessed
my rhyme...

and real love
touched me
the first time

Alyce, 1999

things are revealed to us in very different and unexpected ways.

I feel this sis!

thanks

B

***wanting the touch of real love***
***needing the touch of real love***
nice Al

awesome wanting the touch of loveeeeeeeee
so beautiful

The touch of love, feeling like it was the first time. Such warmness in this.