RAW DEVOTION - by My Words Unsaid

You are the earthquake in my steady world,the tremor that shakes loose everything I thought I knewabout wanting, about needing,about the way skin can speak without words. I watch you move through morning lightand wonder how you carry such gravityin the curve of your shoulders,how you make ordinary moments feellike secrets whispered against my neck. Your hands, God, your handsthey know the geography of my hunger,map territories I didn't know existed,leave me breathless and rebuiltevery single time. I love the way you look at melike I'm both sanctuary and storm,like you're memorizing the exact shadeof my need for you,the precise angle of my surrender. You are thunder rolling through my chest,lightning splitting me open,revealing chambers of myselfI kept locked away until you. When you laugh, deep and unguarded,I want to crawl inside that sound,live there in the space betweenyour joy and mine colliding. Your mouth is my undoing,the way it forms my namelike a prayer, like a promise,like something sacred and profaneall at once. I crave the weight of you,not just your body pressed to minebut the beautiful burdenof being completely seen,completely wanted. You make me bold in waysthat terrify and thrill me,strip away my careful composureuntil I'm nothing but raw nerveand honest longing. I want to tell you thingsI've never said out loud:how you've ruined mefor anyone else's touch,how I ache for youeven when you're here. The way you say my namein the dark moments before sleepsounds like coming home,like finding the missing pieceof my own soul. You are my favorite contradiction, yourgentle hands that leave me wrecked,tender words that set me on fire,soft kisses that feel like claiming. I love how you look after loving,disheveled and glowing,like some ancient godwho's just rememberedwhat it means to be human. Your desire for meis the most intoxicating thingI've ever tasted,better than wine,stronger than any drug. I want to worship at the altarof your collarbones,write poems on your skinwith my tongue,learn the language of your sighs. You've taught me that vulnerabilityisn't weakness, it's courage,the bravest thing we can dois let ourselves be fully known,fully felt, fully alive. In your arms, I am fearless,I am fire, I am flood,I am every beautiful disasterI was too afraid to bebefore you loved me whole.

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