One day we will be silly. There will be wresting matches being carried to the bed and let you have your way with me. There will be coffee in the mornings and afternoons sometimes. There will be kisses and touches no one else will get but me. I would love to be the one and only. I hate to be so shellfish I can share as long as I know at the end of the day what is there. I want to be comfortable in your arms and I’ll never be afraid that you’ll hurt me. You’ll never speak bad of me for it’ll hurt you. I deserve love like everyone else does too. One day it’ll find me maybe even blind me when I realize that it was around me this whole time. I won’t be naive to let the play boys in I’m building a mote around my tower I hope you can swim.