This Is Me....

This is me.....

The tired eyes you see,

the hair in a mess from work and plenty of exasperated fingers being raked through.

This is me....

The woman in the worn t-shirt, shorts and flip flops,

wandering through Wal-mart with a hunger for anything but cartoons or chicken nuggets.

This is me...

With breasts that sag from years of nursing babies.

With a c-section scar and tummy pooch...

with a strong desire for someone to kiss that doesn't smell of cherry suckers or Fritoes.

This is me...

With haunting memories of lovers past, and the realization that they would not even know me now if they saw me like I look today.

This is me..

The woman that makes eye contact with you in the checkout line, the sparks fly, we feel the magnatisim...

then your wife walks up and it is over.. that few seconds of excitement just enough to get me through the rest of my night.

This is me...

That craves strong hands and stubble burn, instead of sticky hands and little feet in my face. Who craves the smell of a man in the hot and sweaty embrace of sex.

This is me..

Alone in a bed, aside from the cat and some crumbs from this mornings toast and dressing fiasco, the woman that longs to be held and yet is relived to have silence...

This is me...