She Lets Me Watch

I watch her fingers 
wander slowly
She knows where 
my eyes rest
The slow roll of her hips
the deliberate slide of silk 
down her thighs
the pause
always the pause

This is her rhythm
I only am invited to watch

When I step closer
it is not that 
either surrender
But rather 
It’s a slow caress 
a whispered promise 
a quiet invitation
drawing each nearer 
without touch
deciding the distance
deciding the moment

And in this room
with the door closed
and the world forgotten
She the secret I will remember

For she comes 
not with thunder
but with 
the hush 
of evening
and folds
within my arms

So I trace 
her quiet edges
where her 
softness hides
and kiss the places
the world never 
learned to hold
For she is 
so very precious