When you ask

I whisper back to you


What I want

And where.

When you say


Or Soft?

What do I want?


I want it soft.

Like the beat of a beautiful song
You play for me at night.
When the stars begin to shine
And there isn’t a soul in sight.

Like the breath of a woman
That got a wonderful text.
The relief you feel in line
When you know you are next.

Soft like a finger
Pressed up against your lips.
Strong like your hands
Wrapped around my hips.

The love we’ve always imagined
Right here, in my bed.
I’d like it to come to fruition
Everything in my head.



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