But I can not only build up, but also remove. Stress. Armor. False "shoulds". I would hug you from behind, run my fingers through your hair and whisper: "You can just be yourself." Would you be able to let go of what is dragging you down? Or are you afraid that I will see your vulnerability?
It does not scare me. On the contrary, it excites me.
... I feel men with my fingers. Not with your eyes. You can say one thing, but your skin will tell you something completely different. And I like it when you start to relax under my touch - as if someone understood you without words for the first time.
If you want, I'll just sit next to you and listen to your breathing.
Or if you want, I'll press myself so tightly that you'll forget how to be strong.
Because there's pleasure in that too: letting a woman... melt your armor.