My dear darling

Is the vulnerable look in?

has the 28 inch waistline taken over passionate kisses, the soft touch?

Should I let you drop me home?

The women's coach won't work for me.

I promise to be a good girl.

I will always listen to you.

I will cook, clean the house. 

Won't expect you to make me tea.

But tell me my dear darling

where do I keep my thoughts?

Words that are mere words to you

words that want to explode,

flood every inch of your being.

I am sorry I don't melt in your arms

my loud voice is too much to bear.

But tell me my dear darling

where do I hide my screaming words?