Where skin craves the other,
Where people are lost in it,
Where love is confused,
A feeling that can only be described as heaven,
With another person,
Bodies are intertwined,
Where feelings thrive,
Where bodies crave each other,
Hands travel to discover more,
Fingertips explore each other's,
Mouths move,
Without words,
Where eyes lose focus.
The sense of desire is a dangerous thing. The constant need to feel another person's skin across your own, the desire to feel their presence with you, especially on those lonely nights. There are many things in life that lead to this, mostly love, this specific desire filling the room of those lost in it. When struck with desire, there is also another need that accompanies it, lust. This sense of being so lost in sexual desire. Hands becoming intertwined with each other's, two bodies resting upon each other, arms wrapped around each other's waists. That sense of desire is so dangerous, it's where feelings are created, where they thrive. Desire is caused by a connection, a reaction to something two people have created. Lust creates an even larger sense of desire for each other's bodies. Where lips fill the gap between them, where teeth are lost on the other person's body, hands explore the new body introduced to them.
Desire doesn't mean just sex.
It means to have a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen.
I know you have a strong feeling of wanting this as much as I do, moon.
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