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Whisper-soft, my voice arrives
like warm oil poured from a hidden height,
slow, slower,
spilling down the curve of your spine
in one unbroken ribbon of heat.
Let your shoulders fall open
the way night opens for moonlight.
I’m here,
palms gliding without hurry,
fingertips writing quiet promises
across the tired map of your back.
Breathe with me…
in…
and out…
Feel the knots loosen,
like old secrets finally forgiven.
Each circle I trace
is a lullaby pressed into muscle,
each pause between strokes
a held note of silence
made only for you.
Your neck, so loyal, so tense,
relaxes now beneath the gentlest tide.
My hands remember every place
that carries the day too heavily;
they linger,
they soothe,
they ask for nothing
except your surrender.
Shhh…
the world is far away.
There is only this room,
this breath,
this warm, endless glide
of skin on skin,
of care made liquid
and poured over you
until you are weightless.
Sleep is coming,
soft as feathers,
quiet as snow falling inside a dream.
Let it take you.
I’ll still be here,
whispering circles
long after your thoughts
have drifted into velvet dark.
Goodnight, love.
You’re safe.
You’re held.
You’re home.
