I’m frilly, I’m flirty.
I’m gentle and soft— the breath of a child against your neck. A flutter of kisses from your lover in the morning.
I’m a promise as smooth as the inside of a Chiragra spider shell, as clean and fresh as a kitten’s yawn.
Touch me, I’ll curl around your finger.
I’m a lullaby.
Catch me, I’ll quiver.