Into You

This piece reflects the raw and unspoken intensity of connection. An exploration of desire, where boundaries fade and passion takes over.

You look at me like you already know, like you’ve been starved for this — for me.

I feel it in your breath, your pull, your fists.

Nothing’s hidden tonight.

Touch me. No questions, no fear.

I was made for your hands, your mouth, your need.

I was made to break where you bleed.

No running, no shame.

Only my name on your lips.

Your voice trembles, waiting to taste me.

I want all of it — the rough, the wrecked, the real.

You don’t need to be careful. I’m not afraid of your hunger.

Touch me. I want the fall, not the flight.

I was made for your hands, your mouth, your need.

I was made to break where you bleed.

No running, no shame.

Only my name on your lips.

You don’t have to hold back.

Just be real, be mine.

I was made for your hands, your fire, your fight.

I was made to turn your darkness into light.

No goodbyes, no regrets.

Just your breath and my skin.

So into you.

Already yours, already mine.