Oct 30, 2025
Your words arrive like a touch
I can almost feel...
a warmth that blooms beneath my skin, even before I read them.
You type,
and I wait... the seconds stretching, alive with wanting.
There’s a rhythm to us now,
a quiet pulse
that travels through light and glass.
Each message a breath too close to hear.
I imagine your hands,
the way they move
as you send me something simple... a word, a sigh, the echo of your smile.
Distance sharpens everything:
every pause, every promise, every almost.
You’re there,
and I’m here,
but the space between us glows....
soft
electric
full of everything we haven’t yet said.❤️
©ali catt