I’ve read so many books, watched so many movies, heard so many stories, but none could compare.
Is it the intensity of your voice in my ears calling me names that I cannot repeat to the public?
Is it how velvety your voice sounds when you call me bunny?
Is it the way your cold hands warm up my skin from head to toe?
Or how your scent is able to overpower the air that I breathe?
What about when your entire body envelopes mine and brings me out of the darkness and into a deeper heavier darkness that feels like home?
That doesn’t make sense
I know. But how do I explain to the world that you have ruined me for every other man.
Not just my body but my mind. My heart. You came into my heart as if it was made to love you and nobody else. You held it in your hands and said “mine”.
You held my heart the way you held my body. With love, with care, with so much passion.
I used to be so eager to experience what others have and I used to want to be able to write about it or gossip about it with my friends. But how do I talk about an outer world experience when nobody else has had it? How do I explain to the world that you’re my secret and I’m yours but we’re not exactly a secret?
How do i explain to the world that I just imagined all of this and I just realised I’m dreaming again?
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