Dear my next Lover

Dear my next Lover,

Please don't be another,

Person to forget,

What touching my skin represents,

I was taught to believe,

Tenderness sits between,

Both of our actions,

Intertwined with love and passion,

Never something taken for granted,

Where we can treasure our vulnerability,

Two intertwining seams,

A safe place to be,

Where your hands stay interlocked with mine,

An understanding deeper than one can define,

Your fingers can trace my outline,

Follow my curves down from my shoulders to my hips,

Hold me as if,

I was someone you missed,

Someone who won't always exist,

Hold me as I am human,

Treat my body more than,

What has slipped out of others hands,

Be the man,

To demand, more,

To understand,

My skin is not a score,

To be touched and taken,

Then left forsaken,

Bring the connection back,

To an act,

That took sacrifice to my skin,

Be the lover of what making love represents.

Sincerely,

A Touch of Vulnerability