Do Not Ask....

“Do not ask me to be what I am not…” You whispered soft to me as W/we lay thereLanguid, smooth, relaxed beside me.

You exchanged one pleasure for another,The heated, intense, and rapid oneOf passionate discovery,For the sweet, relaxed comfortOf tender, explorative touches.Breathing slowed, limbs untangled,Slow strokes along warm, slick flanks,Fingertips touching fingertips,You calm in my arms, And I melt into You.

“Do not ask me to be what I am not…”The words, murmured softly, echo in my heart.
Are You not consistent, Mistress?Are You not firm and fair?Will You not reward me for my efforts,And cherish my successes?Are not Your touches pleasing to me, Or Your kisses dear?Is honesty a part of You and who You are?You are what I ask. I’ll ask no more or less.
“Do not ask me to be what I am not…”I kiss the words from Your lipsAnd silence the doubt in You.

Even so, deep in me, my doubts stir,And I hope that I can be what You ask.Reassure me on this untraveled road,Allay my fears of erring as I try so hard to please.Respect me for who I am,And who I can or cannot be,Because I will try to give to Youeven the me that I never been.Trust me to be as honest with myselfAs I am with YouAnd love the little victories I make along the way.Soothe away my doubts,As I caress Yours away.

by Mistress Lila