my body is aching as I write this

to feel the large strong hands of someone who will be

my lover and protector

to have those hands caress me all over

feel me up

study all of my features and crevices

touch me in places a lady should never let a man touch

touch me in places so forbidden and restricted but also

the places I yearn to be touched the most

my soul is aching as I write this

to see that same protector wake up besides me the morning after

to stare into his eyes and his soul that has interlocked with mine

to have him hold me from behind and hold me again in our bed

to look me in my sun-brown eyes and say that I am his to hold

that I am his to protect

that I am his to live with

that I am his to bear children with

that I am his to die with

that I am his

to love