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gabriel_moraes01
A bit of a nerd, your eyes shine like a blue screen on a dark night, but your skin — oh, your skin — is a code that my mouth deciphers with tenderness. Tattooed, your body tells stories that my fingers read without haste, each curve, an open parenthesis, each sigh, a promise. Sweetie, you deceive me with sweetness, but inside you are a flame, a fever that calls me, a flame that entangles me. Sweet and warm, you drink me whole, like wine poured into the womb, your touch is science and magic, you are logic and delirium, simultaneously. And when we meet without speech, without world, without time, without ground, we are two bodies in collision — theory of pleasure in expansion.
