Soft is the silk that caresses my touch
The fabric that separates me from you isn’t much Slowly and softly as my fingers engage I peel back the layer as I would turn a new page My waiting jewel shivers as I explore every border ‘Til your clothes are tossed in a pile in the corner Your breathing softly grows deeper above me It’s soft as silk, the way you love me
As my fingers are tracing a path on your skin
Your eyes open to show me your passion within This moment we both know’s been building so long Alone in the night and our innocence gone I remember the way that you kept yourself guarded Always afraid you’ll be left broken hearted So I wait at your gate til you let me inside It’s soft as silk how our bodies collide
The moon on your skin as you offer me all
To light how our silhouettes dance on the wall Your fears melt away in the strength of my arms The desire between us that’s keeping us warm Motion by motion, caress by caress Lips upon lips and chest upon chest Watching you close as your body is tensing It’s soft as silk how you feel here against me
Fingertips digging, our bodies align
In this moment, you feel how our souls are entwined I savor your heart pressed against me so tight In this moment, you’re mine, even just for tonight The sweat on your skin in the soft summer glow The squeeze of my hand as you let yourself go Your breathing softly grows deeper above me It’s soft as silk, baby, the way that you love me
Good morning
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The intention of this blog is to keep record of my thoughts, ideas, songs, poems, letters and experiences: this is my chosen way of expressing myself. I tend to write letters to others, even when I know they will never read them. If anybody ever reads it, I hope you find inspiration, motivation, entertainment, distraction or comfort through these words. I write for me, 4 Susana, for my journey, for my sake. It's a long process, that of finding yourself. For me, for you, for all, Love always.
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Silk, by J. A.
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