Tender

 
tenderness...you never give me
you expect more of me
than the usual needs of a woman

my blush deepens when you call me out on this
you want the best of me
reaching to greet you
I bend to meet your needs

I crave your affection but you withold
my jealousy is met with rebuke
ordinary women are envious
not what you want

you desire me open in honesty
vulnerabile,  gentle in presentation
you need the soul of me

I want your dominance because I'm reckless
I scream in the emptiness
demanding you see the real me
craving your reprimand

I act foolish and you deny me
until I decide the actress you desire
isn't me, I'm just to geniuine