Our bodies meet. Our thirst is quenched. Or is it really?
Another day, a different lover. Eyes on fire, hands on fire, and sometimes, so is the soul.
Each time, the heart beckons through muted channels, screaming to be heard.
Breath catching, limbs folding, intentions served. My temple awaiting more missed connections.
No more characters, no ambiance behind it. I seek an authentic release.
He comes to me empowered, menacing, spirited.
He is too sure of our variables.
I receive him with bated breath.
I pray you'll be the one to unlock me.