Be Gentle Poem by Bree Z Love

Hold my tender heart until you catch it's pulse.
In the emerging of your own heart.
Cascading reasons began to trickle down into the rhythmic sways,
of your full hips.
Settling as a sailing ship.
In the gentle breeze;
carrying us as you navigate as you please.
Within and in between.
Telling the stars about our loving needs.
They wink at us, in delightful sightings.
A tides strong gush feels a little to rushed.
Yet, we entice a caress; far more memorable.
This pure gentleness feels so pleasurable.
Feeling amber.
The core of a heart's pulse.
Steady.
A ocean waves,
we somberly came
to a place.
Amazingly, tender and gentle.
In a breeze.
Making this love.
With my sweet tender; love.
Strong, yet gentle.
I love.
Making this love.