Heavy is the heart that misses and pines.
Content, though does not the daily visage need but want.
And then there is the simple voice that does that to her.

The heart that swells beneath skin and flesh
Searing scars of possession unseen.
Brand her like cattle if you need, she will let you.

Complacent is the heart in wait, secure in her state.
She’s gonna enjoy and think another day.
She wants to fuck him, her eyes on his face.
His intensity incomparable, her little girl gaze, so trusting.
She wants to get to know him, see where things go.

She is scared to say the words.
“So soon,” she whispers.
But they are there in hiding.
She feels its’ ebb and flow.
Ride it through, honey.