It starts slow.
A tentative touch
that blooms with colour
across your skin.
Like a meadow in summer.
A meandering through your thoughts
that gradually becomes a steady hum
as he takes up residence.
A delicious jolt whenever you come upon him
finding him coursing through your veins
feeling him pulse beneath your skin.
Not simply desire
nor even tender affection and regard,
but an awakening
and to yourself.
With every breath.
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