DEFINING EMOTIONS

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...

  Let’s focus What do you call an in-between? A space where hands reach but never hold, Where hearts beat loud but never speak. A place that can’t claim, Can’t own, Can’t feel jealous, Can’t rely. Let’s focus What do you call this? Where we push and pull, Only to pull away. Where our intentions hide deeper Than the feelings we pretend to bury. What do you call this Where we drink to drown doubt, Only to drown in each other. Where blurred lines feel clearer Under neon lights and heavy breath. Let’s focus What do you feel When I slip away into other arms, While you laugh in the presence of another? Be honest When you give yourself away, Do you wonder if I flinch? If my heart tightens, If my mind whispers your name in jealousy’s voice? Let’s focus What do we call a passion with no direction? A fire that burns but doesn’t warm? What do you feel for me? Do you even know? Can we even focus, If we have no focus point?

Make me long for you until I lose my mind, Until your absence leaves a hollow I can't define. Let your touch carve a memory deep inside, One that pulses in me, impossible to hide. I want your every move to haunt my days, A lingering presence, in the quietest ways. Let your kiss be a fire I can’t extinguish, One that keeps burning, that leaves me finished. Make me crave you in the spaces between, In the moments I’m alone, in places unseen. Let your scent linger, a reminder so sweet, That every time I breathe, I feel your heat. Leave me with nothing but thoughts of you, An obsession that grows, a hunger that’s new. Let your name echo in my quiet mind, Until nothing else exists, nothing else I can find. Make me replay your touch, your breath, your taste, Until all I want is to feel you, to be chased. Let every inch of me ache for you still, As I long for your presence, against my will. I want to obsess, to want you more, To crave you deeply, at the very core. Make me remem...

Tell me what you want to hear Tell me how you want to hear it Tell me how you hope my face looks like when I look in his eyes Tell me what you think about my thoughts when he is in me Tell me if you think I ever think about you when he has me wrapped up Tell me how you feel when you see me smile knowing today I belong to him Tell me if you think I tease him or go with the flow Tell me if that turns you on or pisses you Tell me if you are curious if he asks about you Tell me what I should say when he asks if during his time he owns my thoughts  Tell me if this dance we are in entices you  Tell me if I provoke your thoughts when I call when he is around Tell me if you think I scream or moan Tell me if you think am satisfied or not Tell me how I feel when he goes down on me Tell me how I sleep when he has tired me out Tell me if this is the way you think about it Tell me before I go for another round