how would your hands feel
upon my skin:
rough and clumsy,
or soft and determined?
i dont know which i would prefer.
what emotions would your eyes carry,
as you look over my body:
how would i feel as you explore,
the vastness that is me:
or a sick feeling of the past?
i hope your fingertips would feel tender, and cautious,
rather than greedy and harsh like those, preceding you.