*** Me Gently

I don’t want a boy who has rough fingers and asks,
“Are you sure?”
when I tell him I don’t want to fuck.

I don’t want a boy who vaguely understands respect,
but cannot see that I don’t think I like the way his tongue
is moving on my skin.

I don’t want a boy who is silent
other than the quietest, “Fuck, that feels good,” to make sure
I don’t stop the way my mouth is moving.

I want a boy who speaks softly,
any louder and I will
break.

Kiss me with more care and touch me like I am fragile;
I will fade away if the drag of your lips on my stomach
doesn’t make the air catch in my lungs.