For a Very Nice Man

I like the way your arms reach far around,
To hold me close and touch your lips to mine,
The peace I feel reclining on your chest,
The strokes that make me fall halfway to sleep.
The way you make my nerves become unwound,
Massaging muscles up and down my spine,
Then rest a hand beneath one aching breast
And look into my eyes, so long and deep.

We haven't done one half the things we might,
And all of them I often wish we had.
I'm not sure what I want to do with you;
I worry that we'll do too much some night.
But when you're not with me I go half-mad;
For all my doubts, you ought to know that too.