thefinaltrick :
Read me slowly, let the quiet start,
like warm hands waking up your heart.
You pause, a little shy, but near,
half a breath from staying here.
You could pull away, but don’t—
your quiet yes begins to float.
Somewhere between Gianna and Loren,
my breath finds you, warm and golden.
It moves in waves you almost fight,
pulling deeper with each line you bite.
Up, then down, then almost there,
your breath caught high in trembling air.
The world goes still, the edge draws near,
too much to hold, too sweet to fear.
Then your whole sky splits in light,
a sun being born inside the night.
No sound, no thought, just fire set free—
and you bloom beyond what you believed.
And after, heaven fills your skin,
so deep the world forgets to spin.
Still glowing where the lightning came,
too blissed to move, too warm to name.
2026-06-02 08:28:36