I want you to know me,

inside and out.

Feel my touch

without over-thinking

as I run my fingers through your soul,

embracing the soft ache of velvet,

silky beneath my caress.

Let me play an operatic,

melodic symphony,

with the traces of my love.

The sound of spirits flow gracefully,

carefully, like a cool spring in mid May,

and engulf you until you know me.


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