Surely 

For her it is never just the feeling 

But the openness she allows herself 

To express their beauty 

Unconditional adoration making way 

For vulnerability  
Laid down upon them in warmth 

Firm hands, trailing fingertips 

Legs, bends, curves 

To be held
Perhaps she is all too wrapped up  

In the drama,

queen of emotion  
But it is her way 

This is her bliss 

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