It’s hard to let go

It’s hard to let go
when something rare lingers between us.

You don’t even have to close your eyes
to know I’m there—
my presence brushing your skin,
my breath tracing the curve of your neck.

Your body answers before you do,
goosebumps rising like a quiet confession,
your heart stumbling over its own rhythm.

Your mind searches for reason,
for meaning, for permission—
but your body already understands,
responding in slow, undeniable waves of pleasure.

…and in that shared breath,
we realize some connections
don’t ask to be touched—
only felt.