I love the puddle you become, when I’m the rain that’s melting you. I love the sound of your breath from your lungs & that moment when every muscle & every bone relax & you seem to form around me.

I love the squeeze & the cling to my skin, and the breaths on the corner of my neck, then my cheeks flush. I love the hair that can’t seem to find it’s place, so it falls where it falls, because it’s trying to touch you.

I love the heat we generate, like we lit ourselves on fire, just to let the flames dance.




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