Being Gentle

Being   Gentle

Would you let me to tell you, something

Would you let me to whisper in your ears

Would you let my lips, touch your ears

Just to whisper, or maybe some gentle bite

Would you let my arms circle you, when I whisper

Would you let my fingers, comb your hair

Would you let my hands, touch your back

Moving up down through the middle

Just getting to know your curves, not to diddle

And now,

Would you let me tell you a story

Of a girl who asked me to be gentle

So she let me whisper in her ears

To tell her she was fine, no, more than fine

She allowed me to comb her hair, with my fingers

And touch her back with my hands

Let her relax, be herself

And I,

Let her lead me the way she wished

Let her teach me lessons about her shapes

So I learned my lessons so good

Will answer any question if she should

Will give her things that she wants

Making her be relaxed, be herself

Letting her be pleased, happy and self

Naturally gentle

She didn't need to ask

But it wasn't an easy task