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Some nights I lie here, and thoughts of us dance across my mind like a melody that refuses to be forgotten, that demands to be heard, that longs to be felt again.
The rhythm of the way you grab my waist, pulling me closer to you, is thick with tension, a melody begging to be sung. Your hands gently guide me to your lap, and your eyes sing to me, while mine answer with the next line in the song our hearts have created.
Skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, I feel it, the music rising between us.
In the way your hand brushes my cheek just before your lips dance with mine, the melody flows through my hands as they trace the part of you that calls out my name in silent harmony.
Your sigh becomes a note when you see the same desire written on my face, burning for only you. My lips answer with a trembling solo, confessing how deeply they want you. The tilt of your head and the cry that escapes you are a desperate reply woven into the music only we can hear.
And the song does not fade, it swells.
Held in your arms, our bodies speak what words never could. Our eyes refuse to look away, pleading, promising, as if afraid this moment might disappear.
We move together, not lost, but found, each breath a rising crescendo, each whispered name an echo that lingers in the dark. For here, within this melody, you are mine and I am yours.
Until we are no longer two separate voices but one breathless harmony of longing and surrender, aching and alive, this melody will live inside us, in every touch, in every memory, for as long as our hearts continue to beat.
-A poem of mine from my notebook.
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