I'm A Leo, Baby Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

I'm as tactile as you
But only softer to touch
No whiskers on my face
Or calluses on my hands.

And yet, I bruise as easily,
as easily as a ripe pear.
That's not to say I'm not strong
Or subliminally
sweet on your tongue. I'm a Leo, baby
And if I love you, it's by my grace
We even share this same space, at all.

Please, please don't mask your feelings
Or behave like a floundering salesman in my hall
I need a man with a rounded bum and meat on his bones,
Someone who taps his card and moves on,
eyes already back on me,

Whose palm my hand will fit in snug and warm,
But tactful enough to gentlemanly open a door.
I'm a Leo, baby, and I'm what you've been searching for.
But I'm not certain how I feel about you at all.