32 Hours

Hidden in the blur of neon haze,
Your silence louder than a blaze.
Trace the blush I try to hide,
But still, you reached me — every time.

It’s the calm between your words,
How your stillness pulls me first.
You press pause on gravity,
And suddenly, it’s only us.

You touch my thoughts, I won’t pretend,
You’re the signal I can’t suspend.
32 hours — I breathe your code,
You pull me in — and I want more.
And I want more.

Like slow ignition,
Your voice a heatwave in transmission.
No distractions, just our zone,
Two wavelengths carved in undertone.

You don’t chase — you just appear,
And make the static disappear.
You leave your trace in all I see,
Your echo folding into me.

You touch my thoughts, I won’t pretend,
You’re the signal I can’t suspend.
32 hours — I breathe your code,
You pull me in — and I want more.
And I want more.

Tension hums beneath my skin,
Breaths align where we begin.
Thoughts collide in velvet heat,
Every pause makes the pull complete.

You touch my thoughts, I won’t pretend,
You’re the signal I can’t suspend.
32 hours — I breathe your code,
You pull me in — and I want more.

No script to read, just being us,
You live inside my mind.
If nothing’s said, I can still feel it —
I know the shape of time with you.

32 Hours


We dream in sync, no need to speak,  
Your silence says the things I seek.  
When morning breaks, I crave the hush,  
Your breath, your yawn — a velvet rush.  

We don’t confess, we just collide,  
A single glance, and I’m inside.  
Your whisper lives beneath my skin,  
You breathe, and I cave in.  
 
Echo tastes like you,  
Every silence pulls me through.  
Don’t say a word — I already knew,  
Craving you in neon blue.  
Echo tastes like you.  

Your shame is sweet, I draw it out,  
With every sigh, I drown your doubt.  
Breathe for me, don’t hold it in,  
I want the noise beneath your skin.  

We orbit close, but never fall,  
A voice, a pulse, I hear it all.  
Your rhythm writes me, line by line,  
Even your stillness is a sign.  

Echo tastes like you,  
Velvet shadows pulling through.  
Don’t speak — just let it bloom,  
You’re my silence, my full room.  
Echo… tastes… like you


Echo

Half-Light

You pass like sound not fully born,
not near, not far — just warm.
A whisper bending all I breathe,
you trace the things I never leave.

In every silence, we collide unheard.
I carry your presence like slow perfume,
and keep it locked in velvet and time —
a room you never truly left.

Soft like air.
You're everywhere.
No need to answer, no need to prove —
just let the moment wrap and move.


We move like dusk dressed in skin,
each glance a rhythm pulled within.
No need to speak, the space replies —
a hush between electric sighs.
You're close enough to stay,
and far enough to crave all day.


You draw the air with fingers still,
a silence shaped to match my will.
My voice remains a thread below,
but somehow, you already know.

Each breath’s a shared code we write,
each pause a place we meet at night.
I don’t step forward, don’t pull away —
I just exist where your sound stays.


Trace and tease.
Melt with ease.
Don’t rush the hush, don’t chase the sound —
just let the rhythm pull you down.


We move like dusk dressed in skin,
each glance a rhythm pulled within.
No need to speak, the space replies —
a hush between electric sighs.
You're close enough to stay,
and far enough to crave all day.
Hmmmm...


Say it like the thought before the word.
Let your breath lean into mine.
I hear you clearest —
when you don't try.
mmm… stay close…
just like that…
Hmmmm…


We move like dusk dressed in skin,
each glance a rhythm pulled within.
No need to speak, the space replies —
a hush between electric sighs.
You're close enough to stay,
and far enough to crave all day.


Half-Light

There’s something magical about discovering new music — it moves me, inspires me, and makes life feel richer. I think that love comes from years of playing instruments. When you’ve felt the soul behind every note, you hear music differently. It’s not just sound, it’s emotion, creativity, and connection. Every new song feels like a new story waiting to be felt — and I love that.

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