In The Warmth Of Her Knowing
A tender, sensual poem about two women discovering deep love through the intimacy of touch, trust, and being truly seen
The lights were soft, the windows closed, Outside, the world was hushed, composed. Inside, her hands knew where to roam— Every inch of me felt like home. The sheets were warm, her skin was more, Like sunlight flooding through the door. She didn’t rush—she simply stayed, As if my heart was something prayed. She looked at me like I was rare, As if my breath was sacred air. And when she kissed my collarbone, I swear I’d neve...