“Velvet Mercy” Your touch speaks in languages the heart understands, Soft syllables traced by trembling hands. No words—just warmth, just breath, just skin, Where compassion and desire quietly begin. Your eyes hold oceans, deep and forgiving, A love that heals the ache of living. You touch not just flesh, but the places unseen, Where broken hearts remember dreams they’ve been. It isn’t lust alone—it’s soul meeting soul, A tenderness fierce, a passion whole. Each sigh a prayer, each kiss a plea, For love to be pure, wild, and free. In you, affection becomes divine, A mercy that tastes of sacred wine. No shame, no fear, no need to hide— Just beauty and grace, entwined inside.