He's soft where I need him tender
And firm where I need him hard
Yes, he's a gentleman with finesse
But rough is what he works best *wink*

And when he tells me that he wants to hold my hand
I want to give him everything I can
To infuse my touch with all that he needs
Staunching the flow and patching the wounds where his heart bleeds
From previous stabs, scratches and bruises
Because he wants to hold MY hand,
I take the roll and any other loses
Because he wants to hold MY hand,
He's got carte blanche access to my body and heart,
Trading a win for every loss
Because he wants to hold MY hand,
The gambled gain far outweighs any riskful cost

He's serious where I need him somber
And witty where I need him light
And when, by day, he tells me that he wants to hold my hand,
I yearn for him at night