Your heart pounds against my ear in the suddenly still aftermath,an oceanic rhythm in skin,rising to a quiet warm crest.I could be listening to music from another life,I can't tell if it's mine or yours,it could be the soft waves reachingthe...
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Everything seemsOut of my reachLikeWater spiralling down a drainAn empty promise of rainConversations from yesterdayMusic playing too far awayHalf awake, half asleepIt doesn't take muchFor him to seepEasily into my mindThoughts spin and driftAnd effortlessly liftAnd I turn, intending toFill...
I need to know if there's some depth in you that just can't be reached. I can feel this tender corehelplessly flexing around me,the sacred and profane reilluminated into one. A flash of lighting against the window,just a moment of violent skyward glowsand your...
Fingertips graze your neck to toucha forgotten intimate frequency,I can sense the river rushing beneaththe vast unseen world that your skin enshrouds.I've known this surface all too well, the goosebumps that bloomin such a close proximity now,the invisible waves of heat...
Once completely stripped down,you are even more fragile,more sensual than my handscould have ever realized.You somehow become everythingonce brought to a singularity.It's that sudden euphoria of being tied to another.A glowing velvet summer skylineright as light folds against the city,the...
our goodbyeswere spilled gently through eternal pausesshattered syllables and between breaths screaming of weaknessvoices achingly wavered some cruel balance of animmeasurable yearningand the bitter tracesof deep regret thatwe must unravel and so we clungto ideals held full ofunspoken declarations and memories never madesharing silent tears in thedeafening stillness...
The echo of you inside is temporal,a spectral touch I cannot relinquish,a light that is never forgotten.And how soon you become a loop, how soon you become a beautiful ghost...I'm constantly aching for you,for something that is barely gone.Yet it pangs...
The night we gave was like a secret, lover,hand to hand, body to body in the dark.A flame kindled once againthrough some mystic connectivetissue pulling us close togetherin a single careful touch.Before that moment quietlystormed through usWe had never been...
Does it become too difficult to withstand?This throbbing pang below begging to be soothedby a careful tonguethat speaks in mysteries,in forgotten incantations.Like a knot that screams to beuntied by knowing fingersthat answered the onequestion whispered...Do we get what we deserve? And...