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Gift Another Some Pleasure
I think it would be nice to meet someone
who marveled easily over the texture of hair
and got goose bumps quickly by a brief touch
of flesh. Maybe I am wrong but I kind of think
that if a man made a big deal about how my lower
back looked then he gingerly put his hand there,
he would mean that he perceived me with value
enough to treat me well. It would be nice to be treated
as if I were fragile. I wish I could meet someone
who gently held me, couldn’t stop looking over at me,
hoped to live another day just to see me one more time,
softly rubbed me and would miss being near me.
I wish I could meet someone who were excited
to walk with me, or have me take a nap on his bed,
or notice me looking up at the sky. I would love to meet
someone who would be very happy to lay his eyes
on me just because I’m me. I wanted to be treated
like I was precious. If I met someone, I would want him
to rock me back and forth sometimes in his arms
