Genesis

We met somewhere between cruel and cliche. Like how ink bleeds into pages and turns into art. It wasn't created by design but was still too beautiful to be considered a mistake. He was like that, too beautiful to be a mistake.

I found him by chance, walking along a crowded corridor, his stride matching mine and his scent enveloping me. He was mesmerizing. My eyes teared up when our gazes met and my breath left my body when his shoulder brushed mine. What should I call this?

This was that moment... my body decided to give this man my heart before I even had proper time to acknowledge these new feelings. I'm not naive, I don't believe in love at first sight, but I was already 700 meters deep in his mocha brown eyes and had no intention of ever resurfacing.

What was I doing? Where was I headed? Why couldn't I tear myself away from his face, and that devilish grin? My focus was lost in the way he moved. A ritualistic summoning of the elements; relinquishing the air from my lungs, this aching liquefying my insides, all while searing my core. I was rooted in his being, content standing in the dripping madness gathering between my legs. My toes curling as I gnaw away at my lip.

He walked effortlessly beside me, in a way that made me feel powerful but also submissive. He led easily, but allowed me to still feel in control. I don't remember when we fell out of stride, I just know he isn't here with me, and my body is still waiting on the return of my heart.

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