He Loves Me
By Tamyara Brown
I was running from his love and he knew my heart was afraid to love again.
He was as perfect as any man could be with flaws.
I was running from his kindness and he knew I was not use to being treated like a Queen.
He was pursuing me with words but his actions of love spoke louder.
I was preparing to run and he kneel before me. He loving arms wrapped around my waist.
Tears streaming and I could feel his love flowing inside of me.
I was pushing him away. I was pulling and he held me tighter.
The fighter of his love was losing, tears streaming, becoming weak because his love was too powerful.
His hands on the small of my back
His other hand caressing my thick thighs.
His warm kisses on my belly.
His baritone voice whispering my name.
I asked him, "why does he love me so?"
He looked into my eyes and announce,
"Because you gave me every reason to love you. I knew the day I saw you God introduced me to my wife.
I could no longer run because he caught my heart.
I am so glad he stop me from running.
©2014 Tamyara Brown-Tamluvstowrite