Raven's POV… Same dealio

He doesn't know

That I steal glances

At his form

While he chatters away.

He never will.

He cannot fathom the hours I have spent

Wishing he was next to me

Trying so hard to make me laugh

Maybe I will indulge him

Tomorrow.

The gleam in his eyes,

The naïve blush on his cheeks

The muscled back that ripples

Helping me move the furniture

In my room--

For the third time

This week.

He never questions me

Just follows my lead

That is so appealing

So endearing

I would give him anything

Just to know why.

I want to feel him.

His rough hands on my skin.

Lips on mine

Angles against curves.

I hope he doesn't find me unworthy.

My generous curves,

Have been scorned by many

But they don't understand.

The genetics of it.

The non-conformity

Of my body.

His laughing eyes

Greet me

"good morning"

and I am trying so hard

not to reveal

what has been hidden for too long

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He slumbers next to me,

Smelling of sweat and sex and heat

The night was long

Need, lust, want is still thick in the air

His hand resting

On one generous hip

That he finds more than worthy