Love Me Like You Mean It
See me; don’t just look at me.
Gaze into my warmth. . .adoringly.
Don’t utter words when the eyes can say so much.
Trace my face with your tenderest touch -
to love me like you mean it.
I’m your Aphrodite; handle me with care.
Let soft fingers linger in my golden locks of hair.
You are my Adonis; in the same way that I worship you,
ignite romance’s spark in me anew!
Yes, love me like you mean it.
Press your mouth to mine, but gently at first.
Imagine that I am a fine wine for your thirst.
Take your time imbibing me; the sky still has some light.
Savor me through twilight; then we’ll drift into the night.
Please love me like you mean it.
If you do these things, you’ll have no regret.
We will have a night never to forget.
Time is fleeting, and all too soon
we’ll rock away the night to passion’s tune
if only you but love me like you mean it.
Dec. 15, 2019
for Julie Leigh Rodeheaver's 'Love Me Like You Mean It" Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2019
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