I don’t want to/
date you/
Or mate you./
Or adore you./
I want to explore you,/
learn more of you,/
And co-think deep, late,/
And passionate./
I think we relate,
and thus far, it’s great.
What think you?/
Do you want to?
When you understand
that a woman
is, by design,
tender and refined,
you don’t feel the need
to rush in with speed;
to plunge headlong
with drooling, forceful tongue.
Instead, you rely
on the touch of a butterfly
landing lightly on a new flower:
Then she’s in your power.
When you can feel her breath
almost begging you: “Next!”
and can taste of her sweetness
as you hold her face in caress,
then
is when
you can feel, and give her,
anticipated bliss:
That gentle, tender,
yet passionate, kiss.