Hands,
I still feel them enjoying my face,
my neck.

Lips,
Never imagined them so tender.
I thought, was afraid
you would be rough.

How do you guide so well
without force?

Tongue,
too quick for my response
to linger.

Arms,
Good lord! You are sculpted.
Yes, Lord is good. Mm.
Yet when you held me,
I felt only warmth,
a place to rest.

Eyes,
Think they know,
but begin to open,
search my soul.
Begin to see
Me.

(Your/My) Mind thinks.

(Your/My) Heart dares.

I want you to fall in love with me.

I think I might be safe with you.

Help me.

Help me let go.

Give me an anchor,

and I will give you only love.

But I need, I need, I need,

I need an anchor.