Little Boy, Grown Man

This writing was inspired by recently meeting someone of interest.  I've found it amazing just how accurate they can be when later I revisit the poetry after really getting to know that person.  Hope you enjoy!

Hold me, touch me, his hidden words exclaim

There's a little boy inside struggling to claim

His place amongst love, tenderness and joy

Deep in the heart of this wounded little boy

As his impish charm and his dazzling smile

Light up his face all the while

I see a man I'd like to kiss

But hesitate to do this

Something deep inside him cries

Yet a mix on words still lies

Is it the boy that needs to be held

Or the man hiding so well?

I take the plunge and give in to desire

Let my lips trace his with fire

Teasingly I slip between for a spell

Only to realize that is where I wish to dwell

So, little boy, grown man, what do you want

A woman your equal, you do or don't?

A mother to hold you tenderly close by

Or a lady of the night to lay by