4. Giantess Poem

There's a tiny man inside of me.

There's a tiny, little microscopic man.

You couldn't see him.

I didn't really.

But I knew that he was there.

I could sense him, feel his presence.

He thought that he was unseen, un-noticed by me.

But I knew he was there.

I always know when you're there.

Still, I was impressed with how small this one was.

I enjoyed knowing that I was his whole world.

Nothing existed for him but me.

I thought about this as I followed his presence across my skin.

I felt his energy as he clambered through the hairs on my body, a forest for him, mere bristles in the wind for me.

A slight sensation, a light breeze across my skin that would never have attracted my attention...If not...If not for the fact that the entirety of my attention was already solely settled on him.

A God, watching him with my mind's eye as he slowly entered me.

Never to be seen again.

There's a tiny man inside of me.

So microscopic that I can feel him running through my blood stream.

Claiming my body for himself, he dreams.

He dreams that I am his, that I am for him.

And I am. I am his entire world. I am all.

A Goddess.

He thinks me unaware