There's a lens to all the love you may hold inside,hearts tapping against skin with their primal Morse codes, it's a message that can't be stopped or hurried along, the translation is even more simple than we think. The rhythm...
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I once told told you how a touch could flutter through time, become a seed, an explosion of stars to paint your universe with light. If I can give that to you, it's worth burning through all I amto know...
There is always a push and pull between us, the gravitational shifts caused by desire, the flinching triggered through our needs, I understand the cycle as well as you do. Love was once a chain to you, a final link...
Like a soft explosion of mist, your hand reaches out for me. I take a step back, both out of pure reflex and because I know the hand belongs to you. I've memorized your entire form by now. I know...
It would be easy for you, a salacious story to hint through clues and whispers, a knowing wink becomes the code between two. I'd be the inscrutable thief, a mark still sizzling upon my skin that cannot be clothed or...
You couldn't be farther from what I know, maybe it was in the way you move, stirring heat through the night's cold mist, it was so much more to me than a bright flashagainst the dark backdrop we lost our...
I've never forgotten the way you touch, so precise that I felt as if my breath could live in the delicate hue of your skin, in the seconds stolen from towering moments. I've always understood them in smaller pieces, the...
Flesh to flesh, the collision of two oceans. A migration of bodies. Every mark on you is a constellation to me, a celestial glow near fingertips that can turn me into vaporWhen your heat twines around me. A contrast of...
You've known me for so long through words, unearthing fractions of a person with letters that gently peel away. Do not forget the other side we edge, the raw physicality bloomingbetween our silences that eclipsethe difference within intention and instinct....
There are times when I need to be exempt from your careful touch, from the axis tilting whatever blooms in your heart. Because what you whispered last night was a contract,inked into where no other can reach, I pulled away...