Flesh To Bare Poem by Dakota Ellerton

Flesh is flesh,
but it's mine to bare.
Keep your hands away.
The smooth tingle you feel as you rub my lips,
is pins and needles to me.
My body aches at the thought,
of someone elses hands bringing me pleasure.
Such thoughts keep me awake at night.
I would flinch or scream,
at a single touch.
I've come so far,
because of the gentleness of your hands.
Nights I lay sleepless alone,
seem to be so torturing.
No matter the circumstances,
I'd wish you were there.
You can run your hands on me,
kiss every inch.
I'd never tell you no.
A tear would never fall.
I have already given you my body,
many times before.
With such care you've held me,
loved me.
Taken my feelings,
my wants and needs,
and given me climax.
You've shown me such a pleasure,
I couldn't imagine not experiencing it.
With such passion,
you'd caress me.
I could never regret,
never forget.