Softly spoken
Eyes wide open
Hearts telling her the story to hear.
Legs bare, chest bare
Guarded in that knowing stare
Hearts telling her all the secrets she already knew.
Body still
With curves that kill
Hearts swollen. There’s no room left for cold lovers.
And in the quiet of the nights,
she found that gentle guiding light.
Walking her slow and steady.
Always protected and increasingly ready.
Ciara Ashley Johnson 