Jane

*I’ve been told this more than once, and I long to hear it spill from your lips again—how effortlessly time melts away in my presence, how every moment stretches into something intoxicating, yet never dull. There’s a magic in the way hours dissolve between us, replaced by whispers, laughter, and the kind of pleasure that lingers long after our bodies part. With me, boredom is a stranger instead, there’s only the slow, sweet unraveling of desire, the kind that makes you lose track of everything but the heat of my touch, the sound of my voice, the way I move against you. I want you to tell me—again and again—how beautifully time slips through our fingers when we’re lost in each other.*