Tenderness

Tender, he does touch

My body, when pain is much. 

Kisses, many for me

With love and care he comes to me.

Honey brown gaze 

Silently sees, the beauty

The nakedness within.

Passed many an abled soul

But none so loving

And tender in his ways 

Blessed I am for the security.

Comfort and joy, he doth bring.

            - Robes of a Muse