If only you knew
how much power you hold
in your small, soft sweetness
maybe you would, in your state of fullness,
sit a hundred times a day
on that cushion made for uncountable things
but especially and most perfectly for you.
(To be continued)
If only you knew
how much power you hold
in your small, soft sweetness
maybe you would, in your state of fullness,
sit a hundred times a day
on that cushion made for uncountable things
but especially and most perfectly for you.
(To be continued)