limerenceme

you’re too complex for most men.— dan.ㅤit feels a little like me..ㅤ𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕in that quiet tension between words, glances, pauses.. when everything important is already happening inside the nervous system, long before any touchㅤart, psychology, philosophy.. they feel close to menot just things i like, but something nearer, almost familiarand i love conversations that make the air feel heavier afterwards, conversations that move like a 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍ㅤi’m drawn to 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍and even more to the moment when it turns into 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕, when i’m held stillthe feeling that you’re holding my reaction itself.. while my body moves before i even agree to it..ㅤit’s almost ironic here..how “𝒔𝒉𝒚” can sound like a performance on a place like this..and yet under 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 it turns into something real in my body..something i don’t even have time to pretend..ㅤbut you really are shy, it’s cute..— antony.ㅤ𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏your voice, your breath close to me, a whisper so near that my thoughts begin to blur..descriptions that slowly become realas if 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 before hands ever doㅤi’m fascinated by that tension that smells like danger and safety at the same time..that precise place where 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆where everything is built on rhythm, on waiting, on slow intensification..i love being brought there gradually, until 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 breaks my control from the insideㅤi experience the world through touchneck, back, ribs, the lower part of my stomach..places that make the body arch before the mind has time to decide..ㅤfor me sex is something a little beyond mechanicsit’s a 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔, a moment when boundaries soften and begin to dissolve..ㅤi like allowing myself to be seducedwhen someone reads me well and leads..and the finer your mind, the more elegant your taste, the more i find myself opening..ㅤi can be arrogant in the form of playand i love when you understand it ;) when it feels like 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, not a wound to your egoㅤi love when all of this feels like a 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒎like dark, lingering music.. something in the spirit of bohren & der club of gore.. because the most important things always happen slowly, almost unnoticedand that’s why they 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 longer than they should