If Made a Man

If made a man, I’d treat my woman right By that I mean, I’d hold her through the night I’d use my arms to shelter fragile form Her tears I’d kiss and help to calm her storm I’d listen to each word immersed in fear And vow to shield her by my presence near If made a man, I’d show her I was strong This strength I’d use to never do her wrong I’d use my words to make her melting start Released to touch, they would caress each part I’d look at her with eyes that claimed her fine With tempered fierceness, show her she is mine I’d pull and crush her tightly to my chest Inhale her scent, feel softness of her breast Undress her while I utter words of love Assure her she’ll ascend to heights above I’d claim her mouth, my tongue set to explore Foretaste of what I’ll do to her and more Her stately neck I’d graze with hungry lips My fingers trailing curves of waist and hips I’ll lose myself in softness of her breasts Tongue, mouth, and hands employed in lover’s quest Her navel traced with roving hungry hand Sent to explore as though revirgined land Her sighs and moans, my patient hands would heed On love’s submission would my mouth then feed Pleased that I’ve set her longing soul to flight My reigned in passion I’d release with might I’d smooth her hair until she gains her ground The voice of love the only living sound And when she’d turn her eyes to look at me I’d say, “Again? Or should I let you be?!” Eileen Manassian Ghali