Butler Julian

You found my words

Relax you deeply

In quiet, personal ways.

And you know

It’s always the quiet things

That undo you.

You know

You don’t need to hear my words,

You can feel my voice

As you read my words.

The warmth doesn’t come from sound,

but from my words finding a place

In your thoughts.

You know how your body hums

When it’s finally left alone

To soften,

To relax.

You know the space between breaths —

That delicate,

Weightless second —

Where everything inside you

Starts to dissolve into calm.

You can feel that now,

Washing over you.

You know

That’s where pleasure begins to form,

Like mist over skin.

You know your mind follows,

Slow and steady.

You know those thoughts

Lose their edges,

And all that’s left

Is sensation.

Not loud,

Not demanding —

Just present.

A pulse beneath the surface.

A warmth that asks nothing from you

Except that you

Relax.

You know

You don’t have to reach for it.

You know it’s already here,

In the air,

In your breath,

In the quiet agreement

Between your body and mind.

You know it’s safe here.

You know you can stay.

You know this is what it means

To relax into pleasure.