Aria of Desire: The Artistry of Intimacy

“Some arias are not heard—they are felt between breaths.”
—Elowen

We crafted something unspoken.
A rapture born not just of touch, but of timing—
of breath caught between notes,
of a gaze held too long to be accidental.

It began with a kiss I didn’t ask for aloud.
I only hummed the wanting—
and he, fluent in silent language, heard it anyway.

That taste sent everything spiraling.
My body arched like a verse searching for cadence,
and he met me there—
not with force, but with fever,
a knowing that made everything else fall away.

He didn’t take.
He conducted.
A slow unraveling into pleasure, and then something more—
a surrender to being seen
and responded to.

We weren’t alone, though it felt like we were.
There were eyes, yes—
hushed, hungry, witness to the spell between us.
But we didn’t perform.
We became.

And when it ended,
I wasn’t less.
I was scattered, star-heavy, humming.

This wasn’t about hunger.
It was about harmony.

And if anyone asks,
yes—
I’d write this song again.

@notesformysoulmate

This work is protected—not to hush its ache, but to honor the harmony it dares to name.
Because even whispered arias deserve to echo on their own terms.
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