There are loves that warm the heart.
And then there are the rare loves that remake it entirely.
You came into my life like a flame finding something that had been waiting to burn. Not with violence, but with a quiet intensity that reached every hidden place within me until there was nothing left untouched by your light.
I have never feared that fire.
Only the thought of a life in which I had never known it.
For loving you has never felt like being consumed.
It has felt like being revealed.
Every guarded part of me yields in your presence. Every silence between us glows with an intimacy words could never hope to capture. The closer I draw to you, the more I become the man I was always meant to be.
Perhaps that is what the rarest loves are.
Not flames that leave only ashโฆ
But fires that illuminate every hidden corner of the soul.
And if I am to burn for the rest of my days, let it be in a love like yoursโ
one that never destroys,
only teaches the heart how to shine.
Tus labios se funden con
los mรญos,
fuego hรบmedo que lame
Lengua atrevida, aliento
q quema,
besos salvajes que me roban
el alma. Muerdes, succionas,
devoras mi aliento,
y yo me entrego, ardiendo sin freno.
En cada beso,
solo quedamos tรบ, yo y el deseo.
#EroTuits
Benedetto sia
โl giorno,
e โl mese,
e lโanno,
e la stagione,
e โl tempo,
e lโora,
e โl punto,
e โl bel paese,
e โl loco
ovโ io fui giunto
daโ duo begli occhi
che legato mโhanno.
Francesco Petrarca
(19 luglio 1374๐ฅ)
#Buongiorno ๐
#19luglio ๐ชท
โก Fabian Perez