I Give It Back To Her

She breaks it down for me,
Like sound to me,
Natural and clear,
I get it, and only then,
I get it.

I give it back to her,
Inside her,
I give.

I thank her,
Caressing her neck,
I give it.

I praise her,
Rubbing her thighs,
I give it back.

As I lick her lobes, her toes,
I give it back too,
Her sides become my handles,

As I thrust my gratitude into her space,
I give it back to her.

For being patient with me,
For putting up with my shit,
For calming, regulating my madness,
For caring enough, and sometimes too much,
I give it back to her.

For being a friend without limits,
For being a woman, a human,
For being an example, a breathing icon,
To me she has given much,
Therefore, I give it.

With each stroke of passion,
I give,
I lay it intently,
Rightfully,
I give.

I am thanking her for interpreting life for me,
For putting situations in words I can understand,
For painting pictures customized for my eyes only,
For knowking my mind, my idiosyncrasies, my heart.

She breaks it down for me,
Like sounds to me,
Natural and clear,
I get it, I comprende,
...and with each stroke I lay....I give it back to her.

By Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com