Look at you
so frail, pale and ethereal
across the table
Your shy smile uncertain
I place my hand over yours
my warmth seeping into you
my strength reassuring
my eyes kind
the crimson has slowly spread over your face
your eyes downcast
i place my other hand over yours too
and lead you from the table
to the terrace
it's good you don't know
that foreplay is listening to you talk
interest in your views
laughing at your jokes
showing you the moon
the stars
hey, i have insecurities too!
till you smile into my eyes -
"you're a good man!"
and i put my arms around your
now pliant body
and you smile into my eyes -
"i'm ready."
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