Lust

[harrycane287]

Lust is the sudden, frantic language of the skin—a magnetic pull that ignores the mind to focus entirely on the friction of the moment. It is a fevered architecture of breath and bone, where two people become a single, rhythmic pulse under the weight of an ancient hunger. In that collision, time dissolves into the salt of a shoulder or the ghost of a touch, leaving nothing behind but the beautiful, heavy silence of bodies finally coming to rest.

 

[Anshhi]

Lust is the sudden, frantic language of the skin—a magnetic pull that ignores the mind to focus entirely on the friction of the moment. It is a fevered architecture of breath and bone, where two people become a single, rhythmic pulse under the weight of an ancient hunger. In that collision, time dissolves into the salt of a shoulder or the ghost of a touch, leaving nothing behind but the beautiful, heavy silence of bodies finally coming to rest.

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