your fingers trace a path 
down my spine light as a breeze 
yet stirring something deeper
it’s not just the sensation of your touch
but the way it feels 
as if you’re reading my skin
mapping the contours 
of my very being
each brush against my spine 
sends a ripple of warmth through me
igniting something quiet but urgent 
your touch is both 
a question and an answer
a delicate promise that lingers
hanging between us like a breath 
waiting to be exhaled
time stretches in the space 
between your fingertips and my skin
the world narrowing 
to this single electric connection

you always felt like a place
I’d never been
like the hush of a foreign city
just before dawn
streets humming with the promise
of stories I had yet to learn
there was something familiar
in your presence
like the scent of rain
on warm pavement
like a melody I couldn’t quite place
but knew by heart

I wandered through you
the way one explores
an old bookshop
fingers tracing spines
drawn to titles I didn’t understand
but somehow needed
you were cobblestone
beneath my feet
salt on my skin
the pull of an ocean
I had never seen
but always dreamed of

and though I never knew
where you would take me
I never once wanted to leave

will your heart remember mine
even if the hours slip away
before we can touch them
in the quiet of now
I wonder if our love
is meant for another lifetime
or if it lives only in this fragile moment
but even in uncertainty
there’s a truth
love isn’t bound by time
it exists in the spaces between breaths
in the way we hold each other
without needing time to tell us how
and in everything unsaid
maybe you will love me tomorrow
but perhaps in a way
you’ve always loved me already

her skin was like the pages 
of a well-loved book
soft with time
edged with stories
traces of sunlight kissed its surface
highlighting the faint lines 
where laughter had written its mark
if you ran your fingers across it
you might feel the imprints 
of whispered secrets
the echoes of hands once held
the quiet of nights spent dreaming
and just beneath in the spaces
between freckles and scars
there lay whole chapters yet to be read
waiting for someone patient enough 
to turn the pages

you linger in the folds of my memory
like the scent of rain on dry earth
intense
fleeting
yet eternal
your touch a whisper against my skin
echoes in the quiet of my solitude
where warmth and longing entwine
and even now
I taste the syllables of your laughter
a sweetness I can’t name
but ache to savor again

his kiss felt like the first warm day of spring
the kind that makes everything bloom
it was a kiss that tasted like sunshine 
golden and sweet
as though the world had paused 
to savor the moment 
the sweetness lingered
soft and airy like cotton candy 
dissolving on your tongue
filling the air with a gentle sweetness 
that lingered long after it ended

there are pieces of you scattered 
in the quiet corners of the world
hidden in old letters
tucked between the pages 
of a book you once loved
lingering in the scent of rain 
on a warm spring day 
some are in the way you laugh 
when no one’s listening 
others in the soft glance you give 
when you think no one’s watching
they are fragments
small and delicate 
yet they make up the whole of you
sometimes you catch a glimpse of them
inside your memories
like forgotten treasures
and for a moment
you feel like you’ve found yourself again