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 all sensation and instinct submitting to where you lead,my back against a damp tree.The sky's thunder identical to the pulse that your hands conduct,but there's no music here,no...

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 through the air and touch your face,warm your palms like flesh can record echoes and keep replaying intertwined fingers. If all we know can be documented this way, ink scrawling your eyes into each star, penning the sk...

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, knowing he will follow wherever her hands guide him. She doesn't say anything, just nuzzles against his neck.She loves the way his skin smells after showering. There's something about the way it mixes with fresh clothes......

Maybe some darkened center drew me to you, beneath the fissures and riptides of what you werethat others mistake for who you really are now, I could see a reflection so close to my own.The way my hesitant touchspills over into relentless exploration,a need too consumingto know patience now.The way time contracts to a needlepoint that every sensation slips through, magnified and stretching us, all nerves rendered raw.Maybe...

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 the door,the intensity shimmering in your eyeswhen you began to unfold before me,the warmth that hung in the air after,fingers still laced in your hair,legs twined like...

You have always been a galaxy to me, seen as a beautiful mystery from afar,named and catalogued by guesswork but never truly explored before. And when pulled into this orbit, there can't really be any return, any mortal that has traveled past our vast atmosphere to pierce through the heavens would tell you the same thing.That seeing a world turn on its axis and grazing the fires that sustain stars changes everything you o...

The air is delectable with your fragrance,a nectar's mist that draws me closer to your tingling curves and planes.This is before we sizzle,when your scent teases,leaves me hungry with intention,with eyes tracing patient flesh,swollen petals that ache to flood. But you always take time, slowly sending little electric boltsto nerves that shiver in time with our synced pulsesAs my lips taste the mysteriouswines concealed in...

The late night reflected off of your eyes,soft lanterns to lead us through the darkto embraces that could hum in our veins,they're really tiny oceans and rivers and you hold full sway over the tides.It scares me to think that such complexity exists in us,that we can find one another,navigate a light I'm still trying to understand before vanishing into the ether.I wonder if it's enough to be so close,knowing who is really...

Piercing the heart goes much deeper than slipping into your body,there are endless depths there to show,if you are all skin wrapped around bone,I'm the marrow filling each gulf,the synapses translating billions of signals.Some are fragile whispers to coax youbut some roar through your blood,turning you to pure heat,charged echoes and fiery rivers beneath.You do not entirely burn, though,because we cannot be reducedto smol...

My touch once turned you to stone,folded the intricate universewithin you when longing couldn't keep me here anymore.I still read your pages by candlelight to see if the words revealed more to you,golden glows flicker against inkthat may as well have been blood.You wanted me to memorize every night,to see my own silhouette in loops,slants and hexameter flows.But this map is a note passed between lovers,held over flames ju...

I wonder if you still feel me inside,if the winter traced along and marked your being as it did minebecause certain threads still remainThat convinced me our limbs could curl and spiral together,your frame indistinguishable from my own,never to part or know the cold in our bonesor be in another's shadow ever again.And anything that was ever held close,every beam of light splashing along our home,are illuminations your gaz...

Every little precise flick stills me, paralyzed from the soft feather touch of your hot hungry tongue. It's a teasing dance every time, the choreography is subtle one moment, deliberate and unrelenting the next, but I know to remain still. A mouthful of fire ready to engulf every aching fiber that makes me.I can only lie back as you seal around my throbbing hard column,utter your name in a sudden gasp.Like a secret singei...

You always preferred the slow burn,a meeting of souls before bodiesbegin to possessively skim along flesh,eyes unbridled with who you want to take and lock around.You said that type of collision consumes,one untied knot at a time before we catch our breath because there's always more to reveal. An essence that lingers through the room, the mystery never evaporates,bursting into warm wisps around me as I sink inside to lig...

Your lips can be the signature, writing your name on meover and over againon every page between the shadows, the loving contrast to my darkness. Swaying together beneath Heaven's lid, the sky's silent infinity piercedby the starlight covering you and I,I'll think about it much later on, the innocence in such moments. The inescapable gravity that pulled your lips to mine,how the winds have been growing warmer with the comi...

Let's throw words away for a while, cast them into pure oblivion, because we've arrived at a place where language isn't a necessity to keep us so closely tied. I've already peeled back the petals, the accents, subtle nuances and double meanings. I've already likened your eyes to beautiful sonnets, the celestial glows emitted by the stars, your voice to sad swells and maddening storms, the wind's most intense private whisp...