In-between your legs,
not just skin and shadow-
but a garden where love
blooms in softes light.

There,I rest not in hunger,
but in awe-
drawn not by fire,
but by the way you open
like dawn to the sky

It is where silence hums
like a lullaby,
and closeness speaks
without a single word.

I go to you
not just to feel,
but to be felt-
to be seen in the way
only you do.

In-between your legs,
I do not conquer-
I arrive.
I listen.
I love.