~Falling~ (September 2nd Writing prompt)

Falling.
The mind panics —
freefall, breathless,
every nerve screaming.

But with you…
it’s not fear.
It’s hunger.
It’s fire that curls low and rises fast,
turning gravity into desire.

I plunge into you —
your touch, your heat —
the rush so fierce it steals my breath
and gives it back as a gasp.

Every inch closer is a dare,
every heartbeat a drum calling me deeper.
There is no ground,
no end —
only the delicious weightlessness
of being lost in you,
your hands, your mouth,
catching me,
holding me,
making me fall
again,
harder,
every time.