The First Thing

Rolling over and tossing and turning in bed, my mind is frantic with all the things I have to get done and all the things I haven't done. My failures and triumphs of the day. And then, suddenly, my mind turns to you and all is calm.

I think of your eyes - such a beautiful color, set into the perfect face, sparkling like the most beautiful gems a girl could wear.

I think of your touch, the soft, tender caresses that I've felt only rarely. A touch here, a touch there. A touch that burns me to my core and one I hope to feel more often, a problem I hope to remedy.

I think of your laughter - a tinkling, high noise like bells calling me to worship at your feet. I would kneel and take penance, kneel and worship with as much exaltation as called on high just for you, my Love. The joy, the pain, the sadness and sorrow and ritual I grew up with in religion - it's all reflected in your presence.


You are my Goddess, and the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing on my mind as I fall asleep.