They asked him why – Vol. 2

Her body is my captor, my prison of choice. It keeps pulling me back to her with brutal force; the familiarity, the knowing of its realms. The needless-ness to explore or delve into adventurous treachery. It is home when I need a home, warmth when I am cold. It is that familiarity that you equally crave for and desire to break free of, simultaneously pulling it near and pushing it away. It is her skin, her scents, her hair on my shoulder and my chest. It is her breath, how it sounds and how it tickles the hair on my forearm. It is the curves of her bones and how they jigsaw with mine. It is all that I know and all that I want to know in that particular moment.

It is her body, and it will forever be my home, even when – especially when – I don’t want it to be.

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