DEFINING EMOTIONS

I saw you and got nervous, A strange and sudden thrill. I’m not the type to stumble, But something in me stood still. You spoke with that calm confidence, Like years hadn't passed by since we last spoke, The kind of charm that isn’t loud, But somehow pulls you near. I don’t fall for charisma, Or smiles that light a room But with you, the air felt different, Like spring inside a monsoon. Our conversations dance and wander, They feel both light and deep, You make it easy to open up, Then leave me more vulnerable. Because I don’t know what’s special Is it me, or just your way? Do you talk like this with everyone, Or did we find a rare doorway? You always leave me giggling, A soft, unguarded high, But I wonder if the laughter will stay, When my mind reminds me to be guarded. You draw people in like rivers do, Strong, steady, never rushed, And I’m swept into your current, Even though I don’t give in much. I’ve learned to question men of power, To see beneath the gleam, But y...

I know the chains that hold us aren’t meant to hurt they keep us close. They keep us wanting. I could let go completely. But what would that do to you? To have you is to lose you. To have me means I slip away. our soft, secret word. The one that saves us from going too far. The one that says: I want you, but not all of you Tie me down because I want to kiss you, hard, deep, but not deep enough to leave a bruise. I want you to feel me But take away the temptation to scratch you, You need to look untouched. I know that. So how do I bite you without leaving my taste behind? How do I touch you without making you mine? We see the world outside, just barely, thin glass, a breath away. But we stay in here, where the night holds our secrets. And before we go too far, before want becomes need we pause. We pull back. Restraint. It’s not a no. It’s a slow yes. A promise that we could go there but we can't so we won’t.

The best arousal is not in touch, but in the way your silence speaks. His eyes beg softly for a kiss you smile, and let the moment leak like honey held above his lips, but never given. Not just yet. You let your body write a script that says: you’ll earn what you don’t get. The wait is sacred. The first sigh in the slow, smoldering symphony. Most rush, craving lips, claiming skin, but not you. You are mystery. You master the dance of restraint, not to tease, but to transcend. Desire grows in quiet rooms where breath alone begins to bend the will of men who want too much, too soon, too fast, without the climb. You don’t meet passion’s sprinting pace you slow it, stretch it out through time. And the longer you delay your touch, the more your touch will cost him. Dear. Good loving starts before his hands have ever thought to draw you near. There is a kiss that brands the soul done right, it ruins him for all the mouths that follow, all too loud, too rushed, too easy to recall. This isn’t ...

We speak in riddles, you and I, hiding our hearts behind laughter, wearing careful smiles like armor, while the truth aches quietly underneath. They see you look good, You never wear your beauty like a shield, you simply exist, almost oblivious, a soft soul adrift in a world of polished lies. I answered with storms, with the weight of my intensity, tasting the edges of your Hidden walls, not knowing how deep your oceans ran. You, surprised, but not resentful, me, reckless, but not cruel two strangers, yet somehow woven by the same trembling hands of fate. We are cities apart, chasing different dreams, speaking different songs, yet somehow orbiting the same secret longing. And still still we leave too much unsaid, letting our silences bloom like wildflowers in the fields between us. I am weary, The world will call me foolish. They will measure our hearts in logic, not knowing how eternity fits inside a stolen glance And yet, here I am, holding my breath on the tightrope between fear and...

I would kiss you if I knew you could walk away, if my lips were just a moment, if my touch could be forgotten like a whisper in the wind. I would kiss you if my poison would not linger, if the taste of me would not haunt your tongue, if the echo of my breath would not turn to longing. I would kiss you if you swore it meant nothing, if your heart was as hollow as mine, if we were merely shadows passing through the night. I would kiss you if fate decided for us, if a spinning bottle bound our lips, if the stars aligned only for a fleeting thrill. I would kiss you if your eyes did not soften, if there were no flames between us, if we had everything to lose  I would kiss you just for the rush, just for the dare, just because I can. But I can't. If I kissed you, you would dream where dreams don't belong, you would build castles on breaking waves, you would find meaning where there is none. I would kiss you just because we can. But we can't.

Didn't you say no one would ever understand you, if it wasn't me? Didn't you say you were only lost in me, and if it wasn’t me, it would be nobody else? I remember that night, the song Anyone by Justin, how I sent it to you, thinking of you, thinking of us. And you said— "No, this song is for you, because if it’s not you, it’s no one." Funny how time moves like a tide, carrying promises to distant shores. Now here we are, me, listening to you talk about the troubles you’re having with the love of your life. And I can’t help but smile. Life is quick like that, isn’t it? You—once so guarded, once so sure no one else would do, now speaking of her with a softness I never heard before. Your heart found its home. And when a heart finds its home, it becomes tender. It opens like a bloom in spring, ready to understand, ready to fight, ready to stay. She makes you want to be better. She makes you want to try. And here I am, listening, watching, witnessing the t...