An Untitled Poem by Me

Put your finger between my teeth, darling,

I promise I will not bite.
But I've drawn your blood before,
Now your hesitant from hindsight.

Wrap your arm around me,
But don’t let more than our skins brush.
wounds don’t heal so quickly,
And your burns are still sensitive to the touch.

This time I'll be gentle,
I'll wait patiently for you to bare all.
Until you let me back in,
And a time of me hurting you, you won’t recall.