We’re not rushing.
We’re not touching.
At first — just the gaze. Just the breath. Just the pulse of space between us. 🌬️

You stand across from me.
I feel the warmth of your body entering my field.
Every movement you make echoes inside me — as if we’ve been in sync for a long time. 🫧

I raise my hands, as if to embrace you from afar.
Slowly approaching. Not touching.
You feel a tremble in your lower belly.
Goosebumps run down your spine — from my gaze, from my silence. 🌀

We move toward each other — like a dance.
You close your eyes, and I lift my hands — slowly guiding them over your body,
not touching, only sensing your waves.
You are the magnet. I am the charge.
We are a system of light and current.

When I finally touch you — fingers to your neck, your collarbone, your belly —
you’re barely breathing.
You’re entirely in sensation. In fire. In delicate vibrations. ⚡

We lie down.
Not to take. But to merge.
I feel every wave inside you,
and I guide you to places you’ve never been.
First, you only breathe.
Then — you moan.
Then you dissolve. 🌊