Whispers of the Unseen: Embracing the Mystery of Newfound Intimacy

Greetings, enigmatic soul. Who might you be? Undoubtedly not the familiar who has traced constellations on my skin, igniting a fervor within. Salutations, Love. Your tender, unhurried caresses map my form—a dance both foreign and yet intimately known to my own rhythm. Welcome, Intimacy. An unexpected guest in my sanctuary; when did you slip beneath these covers? Unseen, you ensnared me—how so? When did our duo’s haven expand beyond just us? As moments lapsed and I writhed in the linen’s embrace, you leaped into our playful fray. Amidst the ecstasy, you wove your essence, amplifying every sensation—a truth now dawned upon me. But for what purpose have you emerged? From whence did you arise? Uninvited, unpleated for—yet you’ve etched indelible, exhilarating imprints upon my consciousness, leaving a trail of queries in your wake. Why choose this moment to appear?

 By: YV

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