Superclark
When I think of you, the air changes rhythm. My body understands before my mind, and a slow heat runs through me, bringing your name between sighs. I imagine you close, so close that time stops and the world fades. The touch that doesn't come, I feel like this, as if your skin spoke to mine. Your voice is a whisper that provokes, your absence is a poison I desire. And when I close my eyes, it's your scent that envelops me, your kiss that finds me in the darkness. Between wanting and giving in, there's a fire that never goes out. I want you without fear, without pause, as if every second were my last. Because in you, desire has a name, a body, a rhythm, and it's in the heat of your gaze that my pleasure reveals itself.
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