Intimate embraces. The things we do but don't say, feel but don't share. The ghosts that linger in the room whenever we're both there. The echoes of your pleasure, my surprise. The trace of your chest, my thighs. The look on your face, my eyes. They can try to define it, with big words or small, new terms or old, but in the end, it doesn't make a difference. All I need to know is you. All I need to be definite is you.
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