love, not just sex
it wasnt hunger,
not the kind that burns then fades -
but a softness,
a gravity between us
pulling soul to soul
through skin.
we touched without taking,
moved like water moves -
fluid, inevitable,
shaped only by the need
to hold,
not to own
my hands said "stay",
yours said "im here"
without a word.
when we met -
fully, fiercely,
with nothing held back -
it was not fire,
but light.
not a storm,
but rain that kissed the earth
because it loved it.
in that moment,
we were not two bodies,
we were one truth:
that love,
when its real,
has a rhythm
only the heart
can teach the flesh.
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