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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