Exuberance

It may be early, still
I may be mistaken
and fall flat on my face
to my shame.

But I long for the thrill.

I want to be taken
into your secret place
of which I know nothing
                                      (not even the name)
and be guided and taught
tasted and bitten
grabbed, perhaps shaken
(Yes, I want you to tame me
and I trust that you will)
made to expose
all of my flaws
and my deep hidden blame
which you will kindly
                                          lovingly
unfold.

And then, of course,
I want tenderness too:
to be embraced
kissed and caressed
warmly possessed

so as not to return
to my world.