Intimacy is never planned.
Like real intimacy.
That kissing all over the body, leading to foreplay all the way to the 1st real stroke.
That moment when she looks you dead in the eyes & gasps
And you stare right at her talking through it
Letting her relax within ecstacy
Its never planned.
Never intentional.
That tear in her eye when she feels her spot
Repetitively
Forcefully
But gently
Feeling the pressure of pleasure
The mutual feeling of light voices n lack of air flowing through your body
Astonishment
Before the seconds into minutes into hours of lips pressing
Hands caressing
Body talking
Pelvises rubbing against eachother
Like the rush for a forbidden connection
Even before that the intimacy started with words & demeanor
Not even about sex
But the intellect & etiquette flowing out of ones' mind
Intertwines
With one's beautiful vibes
It coincides without seeking to divide
The anticipation for another interaction multiplies
Thats usually how intimacy goes
Not asked for
Or demanded
Or requested
But entrusted between those
Who just let their auras compliment eachother
Before they even physically interact with one another
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