Come. Deeper. More ...

I feel you before we ever touch —
that quiet, trembling wanting, warmth slipping under my skin, pulling me closer.
Closer, until nothing is left between us but breath.

Our eyes hold, longer than necessary, too long to run anymore.
Something in me tips forward and finds you,
as if my body already knew where it was meant to fall.

Your hand on my skin — my breath breaks.
Not loud, but deep.
So deep my knees weaken,
and my heart presses against yours,
as if it remembers a path I haven’t walked yet.

Lips brushing — soft at first, then more urgent.
A kiss that doesn’t ask, that simply takes,
because nothing in me wants to refuse.

My fingers tangle in you — skin, hair, heat —
and your hands on me whisper without words:
come… closer… deeper.

The world blurs.
Only that pull remains —
that quiet curve low in my body, opening, opening,
until there is nothing left but
you meeting me, me answering you,
and the fire rising between us
without needing a single spark.

And when you hold me like this, here,
something inside me grows calmer —
not smaller, just… home.
Arrived.
Finally joined.