Your body is my [cage]

Your body is my cage and my mind floats, tipsy, by all the memories.
I’m on a limbo and I don’t wanna leave this Bacchic state of mine.

It’s not about all the words that come out of our mouths, but mostly, it’s all about the words that don’t come out of it, leaving space for expressions that we claim of our own; or cheeky smiles; or even just a tender look that warms up anyone’s chest while the cold and rain hit hard outside.

Being comfortable with the silence of someone, simply holding hands, cuddling or just being there is rare… and I live for rarity.

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