Poems

gentle

Be gentle with me, my love,
Speak softly when you do,
Or let the silence speak first,
Leave my body like it was
Before it met yours,
No red, no flushed skin.
Let my eyes say yes to you,
Tell your eyes to talk to me,
Pour their love into me,
Tell me everything they want to.
Be gentle with me.
Not like the first few times,
Which ended with us melting,
My toes curled,
Your breath shallow,
Not with my skin red,
Your back scratched,
Not with the moans everyone heard,
Not with the laughter at the end.
Be gentle with me,
I think I'm ready,
To be loved
Like you say I should be,
To believe you
When you say you love me,
To look at you, into you,
When my legs are wrapped around you.
I think I'm ready,
To have your hand on my cheek,
Your eyes talking before you,
Your lips grazing against mine
When I tell you that it feels like the first time,
And I think I'm ready,
To hear myself tell you
that I really want this.
Be gentle with me.