Ink Stained Soul…

If you listen you will hear it.
When you touch her skin, an exhale or soft moan.
Grazing her neck with your lips she will lean into you.
Safe, trust, knowing, submission.
Tracing your fingers along her thighs.
Sighs, light moaning at how alive she becomes because you awaken her.
Those moments when you massage her back and hips after she gave herself to you.
Etching new patterns into her head and heart.
If you pay attention to what she isn’t saying but what she is showing you.
It’s all there if you can open your eyes ears, and heart.