The Line

 The feel was that of being a visitor in one's own home. Four walls equally as foreign to me as they were comforting and safe. Walls housing two hearts; one being responsible for sustaining my life, the other, essential to fulfilling my life's purpose. Hearts temporarily betrayed by desires of the very flesh to which they are so vital. 

Overwhelmed...

I arrived of the mindset to refrain, but, in hindsight, my will never stood a chance against such ethereal sexual chemistry. Intoxicated and instantaneously an addict, I needed that togetherness in the same way I need my next breath. Though I could not have gotten any closer in proximity, the yearning to be even closer never ceased to exist. 

Somewhere in the stars that night, it was written that a line would be crossed and subsequently love would transcend mere carnal desire. 


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