One too many thoughts for you?
Bombarded by their persistence, they started melting out of your box onto my skin, tickling its surface like a droplet of water tracing its way in, out and away.
Never have I felt nudity, as exposed and raw, as now.
Intensity meets insanity. I shiver. I become the channel and the blank pages about to be filled by your confessions - a guilty pleasure of mine.
But I could no longer look at you; I look, you receive, you decipher, I reveal. Tables turn. These cards are not mine anymore to play, these pages are not mine to read.
Thoughts crawl back into their box, I'm not a safe ground. Confessions sealed within, feeding on my burning desires.
I had you, almost, and that was surreal.
Bombarded by their persistence, they started melting out of your box onto my skin, tickling its surface like a droplet of water tracing its way in, out and away.
Never have I felt nudity, as exposed and raw, as now.
Intensity meets insanity. I shiver. I become the channel and the blank pages about to be filled by your confessions - a guilty pleasure of mine.
But I could no longer look at you; I look, you receive, you decipher, I reveal. Tables turn. These cards are not mine anymore to play, these pages are not mine to read.
Thoughts crawl back into their box, I'm not a safe ground. Confessions sealed within, feeding on my burning desires.
I had you, almost, and that was surreal.
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