Time stalls.
Your face hovers above mine,
inverted,
dangerous.
Every inch between us
is a live wire,
and when our lips meet—
the world drops away.
No up, no down,
just the sharp pull of you,
and the rush of falling
without moving at all.

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Time stalls.
Your face hovers above mine,
inverted,
dangerous.
Every inch between us
is a live wire,
and when our lips meet—
the world drops away.
No up, no down,
just the sharp pull of you,
and the rush of falling
without moving at all.

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