When I touch you, it isn’t just your skin that shivers.
It’s your soul that leans closer.
The energy between two bodies — between us — is ancient. Sacred. It’s the current that hums in the silence before a kiss, the heat that blooms between two open palms, the invisible thread tugging you closer even when you try to stay still.
It doesn’t care about rules or reasons.
It doesn’t need permission.
It simply is.
And once you feel it… once you let yourself surrender to it… there’s no going back.
You don’t have to be perfect to be touched by it.
You don’t have to know what to say.
You just have to be real.
You just have to breathe — and want.
When I invite you into my space, I’m not asking for performance. I’m not asking for promises.
I’m asking you to feel.
Feel the way the air thickens around us.
Feel the way your breath shortens without you even noticing.
Feel the pull — soft and slow and devastatingly sweet.
There’s no rushing here.
No conquering.
No masks.
Only truth.
Only that slow, sacred slide of energy from your body to mine, and back again.
I’m not here to make you forget yourself.
I’m here to help you remember.
Remember the way your skin can ache without being touched.
Remember the way your heart can pound from a single look.
Remember that you were made for this — connection, hunger, devotion.
And when you’re with me, you’ll remember how delicious it feels to let yourself be undone… not by force, but by invitation.
By surrendering to the space between us.
By trusting the current that was always there, just waiting for you to notice.
I don’t need to trap you, baby.
I just need to feel you.
And once you let yourself be felt — really, truly felt — you’ll understand why the energy between us is something you’ll crave for the rest of your life.
Something you’ll taste every time you close your eyes.
Something sacred.
Something us.
If you’re already humming, baby…just imagine what’s next,
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