If I could tell myself words of the unseen
If I could make myself see images of the unspoken
I would break the futility, the urge
If I could make myself see images of the unspoken
I would break the futility, the urge
If I could allow myself to feel the strokes of her fingers
If I could show myself her hand underneath mine through the shifting gears
I would chase the paradox, the sound waves of time.
If I could show myself her hand underneath mine through the shifting gears
I would chase the paradox, the sound waves of time.
If I could experience the sensation of her legs around mine,
The weight of her waist firmly pressing against my lower abdomen.
If I could explain the way her sighs escape as my lips gently travel her neck,
The waves of pleasure ignite a hunger and perseverance.
The weight of her waist firmly pressing against my lower abdomen.
If I could explain the way her sighs escape as my lips gently travel her neck,
The waves of pleasure ignite a hunger and perseverance.
If I could give a heads up to the feeling of seeing her for the first time
The trembling body, the tetris-like analogy, the enzyme-substrate sensation
The trembling body, the tetris-like analogy, the enzyme-substrate sensation
The meaning of hedonism is rewritten with every embrace, every exchange of glance, every silence shared;
The interpretation of life is renewed after every pun, every playlist, every smile, every sleepy ‘Morning has come’.
The interpretation of life is renewed after every pun, every playlist, every smile, every sleepy ‘Morning has come’.
If I could bring myself to the past to share wisdom of vibrant youth,
I would say a few sentences, one truth :
I would say a few sentences, one truth :
Love is coming.
There are no rules.
There are no rules.
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