As one…

To make luv. The thought triggers emotions intrigued to play with lust. As to fuck? The attachment isn’t as appealing as to gain a common trust. Passions and kinks are more than sacred. As a true friend will smile and face it. Opening up to be a delicious flavor to be tasted. Never to sidestep truths for it would be a moment wasted. Beneath fingertips hormones do live. Having a depth escaping through touch willing to give. To place a kiss upon the sweetest set of lips. Desire just doesn’t wanna be missed. As the shallows absorb the pulsating thrill of connections. Flowing deep into unmentioned protections. Finding all the little itty bitty imperfections. Defining the source of the inner dimensions. To feel. To enjoy the usefulness of what is real. Knowing self has taken the time to properly heal. Admitting the heart is not made of impenetrable steel. So to be? To become from a dream. Sex and empathy need to breathe. Simultaneously as one and forever in sync…