Intimacy
Intimacy. Such a funny feeling? yet something so revealing. Clothes are removed one by one, but not many people wait for a certain someone. They crave intimacy, and they begin with anybody. From the way that you touch, barely but full, and as the lights go out and the room goes dull. That’s not what I want with you, ya. I crave intimacy too, but I’ve never wanted it with anyone but you, I want to get to know you. be there when you cry, learn when you want me to hold you, I don’t want to get to know you, as your skin is in my view, I want to know you past your skin. I want to see what you hide, I want to love you deeper than your mind. That’s the kind of intimacy that I love and behold, I don’t to know you past your clothing, I want to know your soul. Someday, I will fade from your memory, but promise you won’t forget me, I’ve died to many times, just to live with you a little, I hope you don’t find this love letter brittle, I love you.
Copyright © Tayah Oconnor | Year Posted 2025
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