Him Poem by Pauline Waweru

He looks at me tenderly,
With a voice so calm he addresses me,
He calls me queen.

I see the fire in his eyes,
The roaming of his eyes from breasts to hips,
He says there's no other like me.

Like a leaf on a windy day, he trembles and shakes at my touch.

Him on me is pure bliss,
Him in me is sweetness itself.

With my fire i quench his fire,
From his passions i keep him quenched.

Happy he makes me,
His i remain,
My King he is,
Him.