The gym lights hum over our bodies, your skin glistening like metal, mine catching the shine.
Every movement pulls me closer to you, not just your body, but the weight you carry, the fire you hide.
Dripping sweat, our breaths mixing, a rhythm older than words, older than fear.
I trace the line of your shoulder, the curve of your neck, memorizing the heat that refuses to be polite.
This is devotion in motion, sacrifice and desire tangled in the same pulse.
I want to linger in the warmth, press into it, let the room shrink until it is only us and the sound of our heartbeats.
And when we step back, soaked and raw, we are alive like no one else can touch, like no one else could survive.
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