My lover is sometimes big and sometimes small.
My lover is patient. Never starts without me.
My lover accepts colour without prejudice.
My lover allows me other lovers when I desire.
My lover moves and responds to my touch, giving and receiving.
My lover is wet and cannot be touched when I finish.
My lover holds a multitude of lives and experiences within, waiting for me to discover.
My lover holds all the promise in the world.
My lover allows for the most miraculous transformation through form and illusion.
My lover leaves everything to become and leads gently with silence.
My lover understands when I must return to my family, says not a word.
My lover can take many levels and layers of abuse, always bouncing back.
My lover respects my ideas before they are realized.
My lover draws from me that which I did not know I was capable of.
My lover’s character and form is one beautiful strong thing, comprised of a million threads running at cross purposes.
My lover holds my fears at bay and does not condemn.
My lover waits….patiently, for me to be ready.
My lover is a blank canvas and I Am an Artist.