You’re afraid of your power. Why?
I find exquisite beauty in the way your gaze can linger on mine or my hands. Your heart laid bare in the seeing. The breathing and the shivering, the caressing and the eros of touch, of texture, of weight and feel.
And the silence of loneliness, the shrill solitude of focus. If you don’t end a cycle today, it continues t…
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