A little sonnet I wrote a while back…
Between the Sheets
We wake late from depths of dreams.
I lick my lips as I feel the smooth cool sheets
On my exposed body.
You turn to look at me
Eyes only half open
I can’t help but smile at your curving lips.
Your soft hand
Finds my open thigh;
A gentle caress can only mean one thing.
Your body creeps closer to mine
Between the sheets.
As we touch lips
It is almost as if
I am still dreaming.
Me, Myself and My BPD 