Selective and Soft

Walking to my space, I greet you at the door.
Quietly holding back, quietly undressing you.
I satisfy the urge with soft kisses.
I feel you.

I’m delicate now, as I move through the motions, silent.
My words calculate my thoughts carefully.
I’m watching.

I’m selective and soft for it.
As I crawl upon you, in these dim lights that highlight your glory.
Inside, I am soothed.
I am balanced, and the noise around us is muted.

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