The Invitation
"The Invitation"
I saw you —
like lightning notices the earth
before it strikes.
My breath forgot its rhythm,
my eyes rehearsed
what touch might feel like
if permission ever passed between us.
I want you —
not just the body
wrapped in moonlight,
but the pulse beneath it,
the places you’ve never let language reach.
The ache you hide
in your slowest smile.
Can I take you
to my love nest—
not a place,
but a promise?
Where the sheets know silence,
but the walls remember
every gasp of discovery.
Let me peel back time
with my fingertips,
teach your name to my mouth
one syllable at a time,
until want becomes worship
and the hush between heartbeats
says more than lips ever could.
Make you mine?
No—
only if you ask me
to be yours too.
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