Here’s a rough draft. I know it needs some beefing up and a bit more work. But any feedback would be great! Thank you.
It’s All In Her Hands
Miss, Misses, Ma’am. It’s in these three nouns I find comfort in addressing her. Alison, this is her name, but, as beautiful as that is, I shake and tremble at the thought of speaking it. If I were to describe her, in any way, it would be: tall—six foot, to be exact—filled with pillowy curves; always smiling and gentle like a caring mother; all around perfection. To describe myself: chubby and not too attractive. I’m shy, too, some say kind. I’ve even heard sweet and good. Don’t get me wrong, I am, hopefully, most of those things, but, there’s a dirtier side to me. I’m twenty-five, but my mind feels much younger. I haven’t seemed to of grown much, in the way of adulthood. I mean, sure, I work and pay bills, all that basic stuff, but I like to be nurtured. And, Alison, whether she knows it or not, does that for me.