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never just a handshake
dissolving in your pleasure
being present to your bliss
was never just a handshake—
never casual.
feeling tender moments
in the smallest of gestures,
drawn into the sparkling depths of your eyes,
enticed by your breath on my skin,
your whispers—trouble,
the most tempting kind.
moving in tune,
our hands playfully seducing,
tracing joyful promises.
our mouths meeting,
devouring each other—
your teeth tugging,
me nibbling back, gently—
igniting a chaotic frenzy,
mischievous,
passionate,
and rousing.
us wrestling each other,
overtaken by the pulse of excitement,
tumbling and laughing
until we collapse
in a heap of yes.
melting and resting in your softness,
feeling you deeply,
I feel seen
and at home with myself.
being with you
was never just a handshake.
my hands adoring,
worshipping you—
a delight.