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To meet the destination—

Jagged, could be your nails

Rough, could be your knuckles

So, tread lightly, at first,

Floating your fingers around her opening

You are a foreigner,

A visitor who must await an invitation,

Otherwise, you are trespassing—

You are entering before the door has opened.

Let her unravel, unlock

Let her, let you in

Patience

Patience

Stay right there,

Stay with her,

Stay with her,

Okay, now,

As she pours forth her gratitude

Drenched, are your fingers

That’s the welcoming,

The door is wide open

Enter her as if you are wading into the ocean

After winter had her way with the nation of molecules.

Submerge yourself an inch at a time,

Until you match shades of warmth and coolness—

No difference to be felt.

A synchronized dance,

A tango of reaction and response

Just like that,

Keep your eye on her.