Midnight resting on your skin,
Silver light is drifting in,
We speak in glances, soft and slow,
Like we both know not to rush the glow.
Your fingers trace the edge of mine,
Careful as a fragile line,
I could pull back, I’ve done it before…
But something feels different at this door.
I’ve learned to guard what’s underneath,
To hide my heart behind my teeth,
But you don’t push, you just remain—
And somehow that undoes the chain.
I’m opening up at our own pace,
No sudden fire, no reckless chase,
Just quiet sparks in sacred space,
Two shadows learning how to stay.
I’m stepping closer without a fight,
Letting your warmth rewrite the night,
Scared of the fall but drawn to the view—
And somehow I’m leaning into you.
You don’t demand what I can’t give,
You let the silence softly live,
There’s patience in the way you breathe,
Like love is something we can ease.
I’ve known the sting of moving fast,
Of giving more than what would last,
But this feels steady, low and deep,
A promise neither one must keep.
You reach for me without control,
No grabbing hands, just open soul,
And that’s the thing that makes me brave—
You let me choose to stay.
I’m opening up at our own pace,
Not racing time, not losing grace,
Just letting feeling take its place,
Like stars appearing one by one.
I’m softer than I’ve been before,
Not breaking down, just unlocking doors,
Fear in my chest but calm in my view—
And all of it leading to you.
If love is a tide, then let it rise,
No crashing waves, no sharp goodbyes,
Just steady water at our feet,
Where caution and desire meet.
I’m still afraid of what could be,
But you don’t try to rescue me,
You just stand close enough to prove
That patience is its own kind of truth.
I’m opening up without a sound,
Letting my defenses down,
Not all at once, not all for show—
Just enough for you to know.
No pressure in the way we move,
No need to rush what’s meant to bloom,
Fear and wonder intertwined—
And for the first time, I don’t mind.
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