Tender

Tender


With tender grace
you heard the words,
recognized the desire
behind them
and ran away.

Did you think
the passion
was not for you?

Did you not see
the way your lips
were eyed or that
mine were
slowly licked
in response to you.

Do you not hear
the pounding
of my heart
whenever you are near?

You can't possibly
because you keep
running away
after every little peek
into your soul

and with tender grace
I let you.

©2009 Mysty Johnson