Your Touch Breaks Me Slowly, And I Never Want To Stop It

Your touch reaches me slowly, and I feel my control slipping before I even understand what’s happening.
Your fingers brush mine, and my breath catches like it forgot how to move.
You step closer, and the world around us starts to fade without permission.
I try to stay still, but my heart is already moving toward you.
Your eyes lock with mine, and everything inside me becomes quiet except the noise of my heartbeat.
“You feel it too,” you whisper, and I can’t deny it.
Your hand lifts gently to my face, and I forget what distance means.
I should stop this moment, but I don’t.
Because your touch doesn’t break me harshly—it breaks me slowly, beautifully, completely.
My thoughts blur as your presence pulls me deeper into you.
Then you lean in, and my breath stops waiting for what I already know is coming.
Your lips meet mine softly at first, like a question I don’t want to answer.
I answer anyway by moving closer, losing every bit of control I had left.
The kiss deepens slowly, like time itself is holding its breath for us.
Nothing else matters now—not the world, not the noise, not even reason.
Just you.
Just this moment.
Just the way I melt into you without resistance.
When we finally break apart, I’m still lost in the silence you leave behind.
My eyes stay closed for a second longer, afraid the feeling might disappear.
But it doesn’t.
Because your touch has already changed everything inside me.
And I realize something I can’t undo