- Silk Taut, Velvet Obeys
- Circling Together
I have already given,
even while my mind tried to argue.
The heart always wins.
Yes, I want you.
Yes, I want what you name.
But understand this.
I want my hands
where yours are now.
I ache for the smallest trace of you.
You are undoing me.
I began without you.
Still, I am here.
Too aware to pretend otherwise.
Listen.
I will unwind you,
then draw you back together
until standing is optional.
There is more to giving
than what hands alone can reach.
Attention matters.
Unhurried.
Exact.
Never apologize
for what your body asks for.
I do not remember
being this tightly wound.
Say something.
Or don’t.
Silence has its own weight.
I am still catching my breath,
still buzzing,
quieter now
because I am closer.
Tell me you are there,
or let this quiet be the test.
I want to please you.
To be the one
who brings you down
until your knees forget their work.
If you want my hands,
my mouth,
my devotion,
you only have to ask.
Age is a number.
This is not.
You went straight to my head.
I promise you experience
beyond counting.
I want to feel you tremble
under the gravity of attention,
to hold you
through the moments
you cannot stop,
and keep you
when you finally let go.
