Didn`t I Know

You were the first The first person to tell me I was beautiful Didn't I know? In a small room, with a small window and boxes and a futon And not much else But my gasp that filled the room And it didn't matter if I knew because I just was And I remember You, … Continue reading Didn`t I Know


To be Dainty

“I want to be dainty,” my Body whispered once after a night of dancing and tequila shots, slightly aching but feeling wonderfully used up. “I want to feel petite and darling and fair, to be gathered up in someone’s arms and feel like nothing at all.”   I’ve been called beautiful, voluptuous, cute, pretty, gorgeous… … Continue reading To be Dainty