Phantom Touches
Imagined love, sharper than any real embrace. In the quiet hum of daily breath, Small moments cut through empty space, Stark fragments of what might come next, Bare truth pressed against time's hard face. A glance across the crowded bar, Skin electric, breath caught tight. Hands gripped hard, blocking out the far, Promising: I won't let go tonight. Secrets whispered, skin to skin, Our bodies mapping unspoken need. A meal made simple, without pretend, Hunger more than...