Two souls dance on the edge of the ether, seeking seams that bind their invisible fabric, the exquisite thread of passions intertwined.
In the quietude, fragmented breath carries a melody of desire, echoes of a two-fold existence pulsating through cosmic chambers, weaving time like satin ribbons.
Tell me, do the stars remember? Do the moonlit flowers bloom in a symphony unseen, a celestial arrangement of heartbeats surging through the void?
Let my thoughts spill over your dreams, a secret language embroidered in the silence, whispered across galaxies, endlessly enraptured in the completeness of feeling.
Our thoughts caress the spheres of essence, and now, I crave your essence to move through, as if I could traverse the spaces you inhabit - the hushed enchantments that speak in colors unseen.
What might we discover? The moon bleeds its silver upon our antiphonal exchange, from the recesses of night to the depth of dawn's embrace.
Fragments hide between each word, electrified, as we become the sentences themselves, blurring boundaries, beyond the grasp of comprehension.
A heartbeat reverberates, duality made whole, write in the invisible ink of desires under the parchment sky; let the twilight cradle our untamed spirits as fragments float like petals - unwritten dreams, endless, incomplete.
Would you be the gravity that pulls me near?