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I need to be the softest touch that reaches into your quietest spaces,
to find the tender corners of you that hide from the light and cradle them in my palms.
I need to be the warmth that lingers long after the fire,
to seep into your skin, gentle and unyielding, until you forget where I end and you begin.
I need to be the breeze that grazes your cheek, unnoticed at first,
until you feel me all around you, wrapping you in the safety of my embrace.
I need to touch the world inside you with the reverence of a prayer,
to listen to your heartbeat like a song only I can hear, sacred and fragile.
I need to be the pause in your chaos, the steady rhythm that calms your storm,
to become the lull that lets you rest without fear, sheltered in the softness of us.
I need to know the curve of your smile as if it were my own,
to trace it with my eyes, to feel its quiet glow seep into my chest.
I need to hold you as if you were spun from stardust,
delicate, infinite, carrying the weight of galaxies in the depth of your body.
I need to be the whisper in the dark that finds you,
gentle and unwavering, a presence that asks for everything and gives everything.
I need to be the space between your breaths,
the calm that fills the hollow ache, warm and slow and real.
I need to trace the places where you’re raw and unguarded,
to touch them with no urgency but with awe.
I need to feel your fingers entwined with mine, not as chains but as roots,
binding us in the kind of way that grows, tender and fierce and steady.
I need to be the stillness where you find yourself when the world is too loud,
to hold your truths as they are, without question or condition.
I need to be the gentle tide that kisses the shore,
again and again, patient and eternal, leaving my essence in every grain of you.
I need to feel the quiet moments, the ones that pass like whispers,
to carry them in my heart as proof that love, in its gentlest form, can still be all-consuming.
