There are pieces of you I haven’t met yet- fragments that surface only in silence, in shadows, in unspoken words. For the parts of you that want to be known, not just touched. For the love that linger
s in your ribs, for the longing that drips slow and steady like candlewax.
Answer honestly. Not for me, for you. Let me see you, even in the half-light..
And maybe… if I’m lucky, I’ll love what I find there.
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