Intamacy Stories

Inside the silent, midnight space, Your breathing pulls me like the sea. Shade grows to swallow every trace Where burning skin sets spirits free. I feel the curve of shoulder bone, A path I read with blinded sight. Obscured by dark, our souls are shown, Enmeshed within the plush of night. Your fingers trace a hidden verse, A throb that strikes against my core. The bounds of time and space disperse, Your drifting shape ali...