Way #5

Eroticizing Tenderness,
Reframing Desire

Delicate pleasuring,
Tenderly prolonged.
Here is my heart,
Singing your song.
— Cheryl and Bob

It Is Your Tenderness

It’s not your sexy dress
It is your tenderness
And so I must confess
I crave your happiness

Sexiness

“Sexy” to me
Shifts gradually
Away from the curve of the flesh

To someone I know
Committed to grow
And keeping togetherness fresh

A curious mind
A heart that is kind
A soul with a passion for bliss

Combines with a goal
Of learning the whole
Of how tenderly we can kiss

The light in your eyes
Can conjure up sighs
And set a romantic direction

Our hearts hold the fire
That kindles desire
For the sweet ecstasy of connection

Attuned

Imagine why there needs to be
A patient lover fantasy
I’d trade it in a 1-2-3
For sensitive reality

For one who’s slow enough to please
Who’ll lick your lips, then pause to tease
And sensing every breath you take
Will tenderly procrastinate

Whose touch is playful, warm and gentle
Knowing that it’s largely mental
Wanting you to feel the daring
Waves of pleasure, mixed with caring

Wherefore art thou, attuned lover?
Next to me, under the cover