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All the words that live in my silence.
For me, it means:
You are holding me in your arms, your heartbeat pressed against mine.
Your lips are on mine, the kiss deep and endless, melting the space between us.
You are undressing me slowly, each layer falling away like it was always meant to.
Your hands are on my skin, your breath warm against my neck — we are already lost in each other.
For me, it means:
You are holding me in your arms, your heartbeat pressed against mine.
Your lips are on mine, the kiss deep and endless, melting the space between us.
You are undressing me slowly, each layer falling away like it was always meant to.
Your hands are on my skin, your breath warm against my neck — we are already lost in each other.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 26, 2025
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