I’m thinking of the woman I’m going to marry
Wondering if she’ll write me poems like you used to
Wondering if just her touch will be enough to soak my panties
Wondering if when we make love she’ll take me to new horizons each time we bump and grind
Wondering if she’ll know what to do when my anxiety creeps up, the walls close in, and I start to hyperventilate
Will she know the little things mean the most to me?
Will she know how to feed the hopeless romantic within me?
I’m thinking of the woman I’m going to marry
Wondering if she’ll know how to put me in my place when I become too much to handle
Wondering if she’ll listen to me talk for hours when I’m experiencing a manic episode
Will she rub the scars on my thighs while I tell her about my ex whose hands were unkind?
Will we send each other songs that confess feelings we’re too afraid to share?
And when she stares into my eyes…
Will I feel the parts of me I thought had died suddenly come alive?
I’m thinking of the woman I’m going to marry
And I can’t help but compare her to you
The girl of my dreams…
There’s no woman I’ve encountered that measures up to you
I’m thinking of the woman I’m going to marry
And,
I don’t want her if she doesn’t do all the things you used to
ItsJaiMarie 