run your fingers
across my soul
as though tracing
a language only you know
let your thoughts
rest quietly on my flesh
unhurried
free of questions
simply there
like evening light
on an open page
and let me be
every word
that falls from your hands
inked in breath
pressed softly
onto your waiting pages
let me be the line
you return to
the quiet sentence
that lingers
after the book is closed
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
Lush and gorgeous, Jennifer.
Thank you so much 💙
You’re very welcome 😊
Now I feel like writing poetry on bare skin.
I say, hell yeah!