Your beard tickled me
It was soft and intimate
When you laid your head to rest upon my navel I relaxed and caressed the longer tresses of your hair
Pulling tight the tension watching all breath turn into pleasure
Comforted in soft places where my hands were like magic for one night touching simple hairs on the nape of your neck while the light changed outside the window you trusted me to bring you flowers as we waded through words and actions tight but tender In shared moments of peace and construction
I love the nape of your neck and how you let me touch you there relaxing you with my tiny hands taking nothing for granted