Flooded

You know what, baby? That fire that burns through you sometimes? I ain't worried about it. I'm pretty sure I've been equipped to manage that for my entire adult life… just needed the right person to come along and test me.

And, baby. There inn't anybody more right than you.

But, my gosh… all that love? All that patience? All that devotion? I dunno, babe… that's new. I never even thought to prepare for it…

But, you know what?

I am ready for it. Unlike that lovely desert flower I mentioned a while back, you couldn't possibly overwater me, or hold on to me too tight. I may not know exactly what to do with it all sometimes, but…

Well. Like my corpus cavernosum when I'm flooded with thoughts of you… I'll make do. Figure out just where to put it all. Even when it feels like no more could possibly fit.

So donchu worry about me, babe. Like I said, I ain't worried.

Never have been. Never will be.

But I always will be…

Yours.