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...
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