Sometimes

Sometimes, as a woman that seemingly has her ish together but acutely aware of all her shortcomings, I need a wide chest to cradle my head and brazen arms strong enough to make me feel no harm could reach me. I need to stand on my tippy toes and kiss soft lips that sincerely beckon my own and peer into eyes that adore me. I inhabit the sensation of having my skin, curves, face, and hair caressed by gentle fingers that soothingly dismantle my fortress of ‘Never Appear Weak.’ Occasionally I need to be in the presence of a man that allows me to simply be my perfectly imperfect self, sometimes quiet as a cool breeze and other times inquisitive as a child. Such a man may prove to be the bane of my existence, but at least I will have felt like a woman while I existed.