I Ask…

I ask myself,
When will I be able to hold your hand
In public and say we are intertwined?
Is a vocal declaration
of my love necessary
for you?

I ask myself,
When will I be able to be proud
And introduce you as my better half?
Is a tag
of what you mean to me
needed to define you?

I ask myself
is it but inevitable
that my closet will have your clothes
Is sharing
my space your way
of making way into my heart?

I ask myself,
and then realize
it’s not for you… it’s for I!

About the author

Tappy Tippy

Late Bloomer, Coffee Drinker, French-Frier. Romance in her head. Erotica in her bones!