you have strong hands and blue eyes. you kiss me slowly and sweet enough so that i hang on each lock. you hold me like i am falling and treat me like a lady even though i am the one who swears like a sailor. you say good night before you fall asleep and beg me not to leave when i gather my things from the gally. I pray i don't fuck this up, that i don't fuck you up. I pray you see all the good and all the bad in me at once and find it isn't too much. I pray you teach me to breath. this is different than anything else, and nicer.