We touch across the city streets, hands brushing like sparks. I feel the charge run up your arm, laughing at distance.
Your voice in my ear carries a promise folded in words, heavy and warm like rain on tin roofs.
I want to live in the way you breathe, the little pauses, the small sighs, the unspoken rebellions.
I want to press my life against yours, not as a shadow, not as a theft, but as a flame.
We are fire, and we are soft, and in between we are impossible.
I would give every corner of me, every reckless inch, for a moment where you smile like it’s just us.
Loving you is an act of defiance, and I’ve never been better at breaking rules.
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