"Your skin... I could fall in love with skin this soft.
Your lips... I could fall in love with lips like these.
Your hair... I've always loved your hair.
Your hands... I've already fallen in love with those delicate hands. And such long nails too.
Your eyelashes... they tickle my neck.

I like hiding in the crook of your neck; resting between the warmth of your chest and your shoulder makes me feel at home."

But the adagio was not for me.
And as I sit, I imagine some silver Lilith placing her hands of some delicate neck and then pulling! Pulling out all the insecurities, all the failure, all the "what-if's" and "maybe's" and all that shit that packs up after a while of living. Pull it all away, like a strand of purple silk, a strand of purple ribbon. But the neck is mine, does it really look so delicate from a distance?
Pulling out the purple ribbon of all my doubts and sadness.
Why am I at a distance? Why am I seeing myself, as if I were seeing someone else?
Pulling out the ribbon of tears and anger.
Is that really me?
Now I'm clean, like writing on a clean sheet of paper.

Cradled in her arms, there's a soft touch of perfume in her hair. My ribbon... my purple ribbon is tied in her hair.
Acceptance, it's finally mine. And the adagio I hear from her lips... that is also mine.