I have conquered you and made you mine.
You have come forward and told me that you want me;
You have succumbed to your egocentric masculine need to lie
In bed with me, no fears, no strings, no tears
Running down my legs.
Everything depends on your ecstasy:
The feelings that you have devoured in me.
I am jealous? You’re making love to me
With passion that was set in you by me?
Can it be love made you especially for me?
For eternity?
From now on, I’m the holder of all the keys
To your virginity,
Pent up inside of me.
Now set me free;
Release your love to only me
But oh so gently, gently
Make love to me.
Lisa Rhodes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-gentle-when-you-touch-me/
