Pause

My heart pauses the moment your hand finds my skin. Warmth seeps in slowly, like it’s learning me. Even after your touch moves away, my body remembers it. I forget how to breathe. My throat tightens as I try to stay composed, like my face doesn’t give me away every single time. When our lips meet, something in me softens. I get overwhelmed... not with want alone, but with feeling. Love settling into the moment without needing anywhere else to go. I like staying there, in that shared closeness, wanting more even when my body hesitates, even when it takes a second to catch up. When we come together, it feels right. Like we fit without trying. Like there’s no clear edge between where I end and you begin. My eyes take you in slowly, hungry, affectionate, tracing every familiar line like it’s the first time. And afterward, when you want to hold me, I find it soft, even when my body still has to remind itself it’s safe. I notice you constantly. With wanting eyes. With loving ones. I just can’t look too long, or I give myself away. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen you, you still feel new to me. Even with a bad haircut. Because at the end of it all, I love you. Even when I struggle to show it the right way. When I caress your face, I wish time would slow... my hands moving over the roughness of your beard, my eyes finding you while yours are distracted, scrolling, relaxed, completely yourself. Your nose twitches. Your legs brush together, a small restless kick. Then your laugh, that smile you get when you see something funny... and suddenly we’re folded into each other again, warmth shared, bodies settling like they know exactly where they belong. And that feeling, quiet, steady, real... is enough.