If mystery is the greatest aphrodisiac,some vague ecstacy that loomssomewhere in the distance,then you are still intravenous to me.Flowing through my veins unseen for now,your image perched on a horizon,on mountains capped with a winterI've come to long for more...
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So calm and still at first,as if you knew my eyes would take time to drink you in,the thick curls spilling around you,silken to the very root.The tease of a shoulder,the tease of toned legs,somehow even more revealingthan your form...
While you are the collection,the narrative stays here,always close to our skin,no one gets to know the rest of the story, loverOf how every cell in my bodysang like a fevered secretthat I'll always carry with me,you could never know...
You were once this distant figure strolling along the shore,eyes fixed to skyline's needlepoint tapestry of cold vibrant stars.I didn't know much yet about why you walked alone,or what axis suddenly tilted you towards me.There is something beautiful in mysteries,I...
There are times when you cannot look to my words for assurance,they tangle together after a while,unfold as codes and numbers when we've lost the ways we use to communicate.If it was as simple as inking letters,I would have revived...
Whatever robes around your curves,or how soft locks spill along your face,however your fragrance moves through the room to shift gravity in a new direction,your eyes are more suggestive than any other part of you.You know that a gaze can...
I'll believe every story that your touch implies,your skin is like something I read long ago,the specifics long since forgotten but the message is a familiar vapor carried wherever I will go.Make me remember you again.Make my blood surge untilI'm...
The only price to pay for breathing you inwas knowing I may never be able to let you go,that my lungs would fold around this essence and never care to know another.If I exhale, I want to come with you,float...
The Threshold
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Adam almost shivers as Emma lays him down on the bed. His skin is still warm from a steamy shower and he's unprepared for the feel of the bed's cool smooth sheets on his back. He can't resist her touch,...
There's evidence left behind,I wish there was morethat I could hold on to.A memory's surge is sweet,flashing with intimate stills that only you and I know exist,but sometimes recollection isn't enough.I've already curated what I can.Your smile as I opened...