his

And I have fallen again in love with the meek boy he only shows me,
 the huge man that comes out in his anger,
 the nervously gnawed nails, chopped fingertips, dirty talking.
With his almost brotherly love.
With the feel of him on my mouth and the taste of him on my tongue.
That sweet fragrant natural smell that wafts off of his skin.
His insecurities and indiscretions.
 I am his....holding, saving, preserving myself for when he realizes I am all he needs.
Waiting for him to ask so I can pour it all over him and let him marinate in me.