Posted: 2025-12-04 16:22:08
There are many kinds of men who stir something deep in me---
the steady ones, the intense ones, the tender ones
who touch with their eyes long before their hands.
When he lets me see his longing...
when he doesn't hide the tremble of wanting me...
I soften.
Pleasure becomes a shared atmosphere---
a slow, intimate breathing-in of each other.
In that warmth, both of us become braver,
both of us surrender,
both of us choose the moment