my soul to keep

 
in my tenderness I weep
I ache for your touch in my soul to keep
a man of the world hard to reach

I see you glancing at me on your periphery
looking at me with eyes that melt
caressing my pneuma
making me weak for your presence

I drink of your essence and I lust
you have an affect on me I blush
I feel naked in your gaze
I feel you touching me
in places I've never been touched

an innocent not practiced in the art of love
masculinity speaks to me pleasuring my soul
penetrating my truths and finding just the right spots

you illicit dreams in me
I taste your greed and know it cannot be filled
I skim the waters of you fearing I will drown
you are worthy of my affection
I question myself

I would never want to hurt you
I travel the realms learning
I am but a maiden
soul coupling with a man of need

you are my first in this regard
touch me gently, Sir