Gentle Scars

“Please be gentle,” she implored me
as I took her into my arms.
I silenced her with a soft kiss
in which I vowed to do no harm.

The undressing was slow and sweet
with soft touches and light nibbles
which made her squirm and made her gasp
as I deftly teased her nipples.

Then it was time to undress me
which she clearly did with great care,
exposing me slowly, surely,
ultimately leaving me bare.

So I laid her upon the grass,
with the full moon castings its glow
upon the peak and the valley
as I entered, gentle and slow.

Her subtle gasp enticed my soul
as I pierced her and made her bleed,
yet she never seemed to waver
as she gave in to her own need.

Slowly, gently, we made sweet love
under the moon, under the stars,
and in the end, I groaned softly,
knowing my back would bear the scars.