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.