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"Forever" isn’t forged in the extremes. It doesn't live in the fevered peaks of passion, nor is it found in the rhythmic hum of the daily grind.

​Instead, it is born in the quiet spaces in between.

It is nutured in the soft exhale of a shared morning and the wordless weight of a single glance.

It is felt in ​a featherlight touch, echoing a memory of a different time and place.

It is the silent communication that persists even when the world finally falls still.

Lust is fleeting.

"Love" has lost meaning.

Intimacy binds them together.

~ Sin

My favorite sound: My family’s laughter. The intake of breath when you touch a romantic partner’s hand for the first time.

Something you’d like to experience but can’t: Sex with Keanu Reeves.

Breathless moments suspended in time.

Intense. Barely controllable.

A fiery pursuit of sensation. Things discovered between hushed whispers, while the outside world slips away under the cloak of darkness.

Dawn, not yet a promise, the veil of night wavers with a lingering and unquenchable thirst for more.

Satiation. Temporarily given, while the last fragments of spent passion burn away with the morning light.

Connection. Fueled by the remembered threads of mutual satisfaction.

Passion. A respite from the mundane. Fueling our purpose while awaiting the moment it will renew us once again.