My hands are not experienced at this,
for unfamiliar is the feel of you.
I draw your essence in with every kiss
and long to take your length, but this is new
to me again; again I’m new confused
with who you are and what together we.
You’re seldom harsh and I’m not overused,
but where we go with this and how we’ll be
is something I think neither of us knows,
and somewhere neither pictures nor intends.
I tender as the tender feeling grows
in heart and parts of body: only friends
can help each other find the perfect place,
athwart and awkward and suffused with grace.