Looking Glass

I stepped through your
Looking glass to a most
Delightful Wonderland
Where in your loving presence,
A tender touch became more
Than a soft, gentle hand.
You carried me away from
A subtle acquiescence
To deeper desires craving
Your unique essence.
Turning my world topsy-turvy,
Fears and inconsolable tears
Left behind, cast away,
Never again to feel unworthy.
Pride in being me, at last.
I rather like this Looking Glass.

~CWylde © 2015


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