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
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