I imagine your words
undressing me
slowly.
Not with haste
with intention.
Each line loosening
a breath,
a guard,
a careful distance
I didn’t know
I was holding.
They slide over skin
like a mouth
that knows how to wait,
how to linger
where sensitivity blooms
along the spine
of a sentence,
at the soft seam
between thought
and want.
Your metaphors
press closer,
warm, deliberate,
until my body
begins to answer
before I decide
to let it.
A quiet ache gathers.
A knowing.
Between syllables
I feel exposed
not stripped,
but chosen.
Seen in the low light
where desire sharpens
and restraint
thins to a thread.
Your language
doesn’t take me apart.
It makes me yield.
Invites my skin
to lean forward,
my pulse
to speak first,
my breath
to forget its manners.
By the time
meaning arrives,
I am already open
holding your words
against me
like heat
I won’t let escape,
only sink into,
slowly,
again.
A steamy and sensual read.
Passionate choice of words. Exquisite and delicate flow through each stanza.
The words are dancing on the page.
A delightful and heart-warming impact on the reader.
Just too good to ignore. x
Thank you, Rosie. That means a lot. I’m really glad this one landed for you.
Passionately penned, CG. Excellent write that flows so gracefully and shows off your amazing wordplay my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian. I’m glad the flow and wordplay landed for you.
…and to the point! It’s very good.
Thank you, Atticus. I’m glad it landed cleanly for you.
Holy hell…if I could capture this on a reading list, it would be at the top of the list. This is brilliant! 🙌
Thank you, Willow. That’s incredibly kind. I’m glad it resonated so strongly. Truly honored it hit the top of your list.
Read this off line, totally tight, to say it without saying it
Thank you for this. I’m glad the unsaid carried its weight; that’s where the truth settles.
A stream, a flow, consciousness and dream intertwined in the dawning. 🌼
Thank you, Joe. I’m glad the piece felt like that threshold, where thought and dream move as one.
There’s a raw, patient fire here—desire held steady, intimate, and unhurried.
I love how the grit isn’t in the lust, but in the careful honesty of yielding, letting words do the work of skin and soul alike.
Thank you, Thomas. I’m grateful you felt the slow burn. Sometimes, the quietest yielding is where the truth lives.
This is …hot. I enjoyed this;)
Thank You, Fia. Glad the heat came through for you.