“give me a love that is kind and tender, full moon rising on the still ocean, barefoot on the shore, kissing like star crossed lovers. give me a love that is sweet and whole, when the fire has mellowed and what is left are flickering ambers and the soft hiss of dying wood. give me a love that is safe, something warm like and old blanket, feathered and faded from all the stories it wrapped itself in. let me love with safe abandon, no falling off cliffs, no splattered sound when you land, I want to walk softly into the water, feet first slow until I get waist deep so I can lie tender until I float, let me look at the stars, hold my hand, say you’re there, say my name like it is home from your lips. give me a love that is kind and tender, give me a love I can hold.”
— i don’t want just hands on skin and a fistful of desire, give me something real and soulful // Genefe Navilon
