["never leave me, walk close beside me,
your hand, my hand, fits so easy
no tomorrow, let us stop here,
we did some great things or didn't we."
-Fever Ray, Dry and Dusty]
a feeling that envelops me so completely in an instant, his body close against mine, contours matched in the most comfortable of postures, an afternoon i would waste away in repose, it would be enough to just stay wrapped around each other in sheets
it's complete inertia, a sensual stasis, a consuming stillness, the essence of intimacy, and it's what would fill me with despair if I was apart
when there is this sentiment, this perpetual presence, it makes me never want to change again, to never move past this, i just want to disappear into him, into our weekend life
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