Get between my arms;
not my legs.

I like romance;
not ***.

Call me beautiful;
not ****

Say I'll always be your number one;
not your next or second.

Kiss me softly;
not too fast.

Hold me tight;
not too tight.

Grab my hands;
only in marriage.

This will be love;
Not your obsession.

I hope they find me
Surrounded by poems that
Are yet unfinished.

Some nights
those old scars
hurt as much
as the day
they happened.
Itch as much
as if freshly healed.
Some nights they
are raw and they sting
even though they
are old and closed.
Some nights you feel
them burning and hurting
deep inside your mind
old wounds,
mental and physical
they itch and sting
long after they have
"healed"
sealed.