soft.

smooth lavender.
smooth like wooden antique furnishings.
the background plays the kind of music
that makes you trickle your finger against
that soft and silky skin.
reruns of dreams,
where the ocean waters drift
on the creamy shore.
I could taste you.
lick the edges of your creases,
and fold as we combine
effortlessly as one.

my calming peace.
my sweet velvet.