I want to run my fingers,
over your bare skin,
I want you to surrender,
relax and fully give in.
I want to see your curls in a
messy state of art,
everything comes from the heart.
there is certain vulnerability,
when letting someone in.
Talking about heartache and heartbreak,
about everything else that has been.
But I want to discover,
what makes you breath deep,
maybe untouched sadness you might not be ready to meet,
I will rest my fingertips in that very spot,
no pressure, no movement,
no need to share a single thought.
I will breath with you until you can let it go,
no rush, no talking,
only with light fingertips let you know.