strong… soft… slow…

…strong hands that can be
soft and slow against your skin

– butterflies rising

forever trying
to reconcile this hopelessly
romantic heart and this fiercely
independent soul

i’m such a soft lover…
and a wild wanderer

but i think you’re where
all of me finds home

– butterflies rising

i just like how it feels when you’re here, and maybe that’s all i know

– butterflies rising

the way your
fingers fall in mine,
and how your heart is
racing wild,
and how my heart is
racing wild…
i just feel so alive

– butterflies rising

you are like golden hour, it all glows different when you’re here

– butterflies rising

my axis pulls and pulls to
wherever you are

– butterflies rising

…that soft, slow “baby” late at night

– butterflies rising

people say they want love,
but they go into relationships asking…

what can you do for me?
what can i get out of you?
who can you be for me?

that’s need. and i just think love is
something different. i think it asks different
questions. i think it looks for different things.
like…

what is this feeling with you?
what can unfold between us?
i want to know who you are.

– butterflies rising

you feel like…
a terrifyingly
effortless fall

and i think
if i come closer
i would not recover
from you

and would i want to

…your beautiful gravity.

– butterflies rising

his hands,
how they hold such
strong character…
it’s why i fall into them
so softly

– butterflies rising

close…

it holds
all these fears,
but all this softness,
in the most
vulnerable place
we ever know

– butterflies rising

Tag: Intimacy