Does It Feel (A Poem for the Slow Burn) inspired by D’Angelo

How does it feel

to be wanted in your silence

not just your sound?

To be touched before the hands arrive,

to be chosen without performance?

I wonder,

would your breath catch

if I stared too long

at the softest part of you?

Would you flinch from the truth

or fall into it?

I’m not here to rush.

I want the kind of slow

that undresses you spiritually.

The kind of love

that makes you forget

what pain ever felt like.

So tell me…

when I say your name in a whisper,

do you feel it in your chest

or your hips?

Is it holy,

or is it just heat?

I want to know

where your shadows hide.

I want to press against your becoming

like it’s a sacred altar

worship the softness you don’t show the world.

Kiss the ache you forgot was still aching.

How does it feel…

to be seen and not feared?

To be devoured like prayer,

but still held like sunrise?

Baby, I don’t just want your body

I want your yes.

Not the forced one,

not the tired one

but the one that trembles

because it’s real.

How does that feel?