She didn’t speak.
She didn’t need to.
Her eyes said yes
long before her lips parted.
I touched her like silk—
slow, deliberate,
as if her skin might vanish
if I moved too fast.
She smelled like something sacred—
jasmine, sweat,
a hint of danger wrapped in honey.
Her breath hitched
when my fingers found the curve of her waist,
and I swear the world paused
just to watch.
I didn’t take her.
She let me in.
Like a temple door opening
after years of silence.
Her thighs trembled
not from fear,
but from knowing
I’d worship every inch.
I kissed her collarbone
like it held a secret.
I traced her spine
like a map to someplace holy.
And when I entered her—
slow, deep,
like a prayer whispered at midnight—
she didn’t cry out.
She received me.
Not as a man.
As something more.
As the one who saw her
not just naked,
but known.
—jason
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8 responses to “She Let Me…”
Beautifully tender and sweet.
Thank you Bat. Coming from you means a lot.
I just want to say thank you—I know I’ve said this more then once but understand your impact was real, your writing shifted something in me. It made me see my own words differently, reminded me I don’t always have to hold back. I can be more translucent. I can let the truth spill through my fingers without fear.
That first time I read the poem lit something in me. Not in a disrespectful way—more like watching someone rise after being knocked down. It was adrenaline and comfort all at once.
So here’s to you, my friend Bat. May your words continue to stir hearts the way they stirred mine. I’m grateful for the reminder, and for the fire you carry.
Your forever fan,
—jason
Thank you, Jason, I’m glad the poem found its way to you in a meaningful moment. It’s always a gift when words open something new in someone’s own voice.
This feels like exposure without actually exposing, do I make sense? There is rawness but also reverence, hunger but not greed. There’s an exchange taking place…
I’m reading too much in to this 🤐🫣. I enjoyed it though.
You support is always amazing in so many ways. Iba you’ve been with me since day one. My first subscriber. My first comment. You’re still here and I’m very proud to have you here enjoying our work together. You’ve been a great inspiration and you just all around make me real good about what I write. So thank you Iba,
Much love
-Jason
Glad to be here Jason and to have the honor of being your first subscriber 😊. Remember iron sharpens iron.
your words are always felt. You personally is felt and your heart is always felt. Thank you for always taking the time to read. I know you don’t have to but you do. I’m extremely grateful for you Iba. I hope you know this by now. Your friendship is valued and loved. Thank you,
—Jason.