There was something almost dizzying about the closeness the warmth of her body against mine, the rhythm of our breathing falling out of sync, then finding each other again•••
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Even as life changes, certain bonds never lose their warmth. Attention may wander, but the mind always drifts back to the same presence
finding completeness only in proximity…
She fits
like I always knew
she would.
Chest to palm.
Hip to hand.
I don't hold her gently,
gently is for men
who aren't sure.
I'm sure.
I pull her closer
because close
isn't close enough.
There's a distance
that exists
even between bodies
pressed together.
