Bump Poem by chris dawson

Expectantly I watched it,

caressed it as it grew,

kissed it each opportunity

from the day that I first I knew.

Stroked and smoothed it's contours;

you held my head just there,

excited and impatiently,

trying hard to hear.

Holding it for hours on end,

willing it to grow,

proud of my production,

warming in your glow.

Enjoying total womanhood,

we shared the journey through,

it drew you needy, close to me

and I to protect you.

Then me and you and bump were one,

formed in a lone heartbeat,

as from that tender starting point

the circle was complete.