Tender Cocoon
Please, darling, be true to me
In the intricate dance of hearts, words hold a weight that can either build bridges or crumble foundations. Don’t say you love me if the depths of your desires remain hidden, if the map of your emotions is yet uncharted. Love is not a frivolous proclamation; it’s a symphony of understanding, a connection that’s rooted in authenticity.
Instead, let actions speak the language of the heart. Hold me close, as if the universe has pressed pause on time itself. Let our embrace be a sanctuary, a realm where the ticking of clocks loses its relevance, and all that matters is the touch of our souls in communion.
In this cocoon of tenderness, let the world outside blur into insignificance. Forget about time, let it dissolve into the background, and let the canvas of the present moment be painted with the hues of our connection. Within my arms, may you find solace from the demands of time, a reprieve from its ceaseless march.
Envelop me in the gentle cocoon of your affection, where the warmth of your skin becomes a haven from the cool winds of reality. Let your touch be the balm that soothes my spirit, the sanctuary where I find respite from life’s complexities. With every touch, every whisper, you write a love letter on the parchment of my existence.
Don’t fight against the currents of emotion that surge within you. Let them flow freely, unencumbered by doubt or inhibition. Denying what your heart feels is like denying the sun its right to shine. Embrace the gentle current of affection that tugs at your soul, a current that leads you toward me, toward us.
In this fleeting moment, as time trickles through your fingers like grains of sand, recognize the urgency of what you feel. The seconds slip away, but your desire, your longing, they remain steadfast. Drop by drop, moment by moment, the truth of your emotions becomes undeniable.
Tomorrow can carry the weight of uncertainty, the burden of the unknown. It’s a canvas yet to be painted, a story yet to be written. Tomorrow is for contemplating the future’s tapestry, for considering the whispers of others. But today, today is for us — for the connection we share, for the tenderness we exchange.
Let your arms be the cradle in which my soul finds its rest. Let your embrace be a refuge from the chaos of the world, a sanctuary where the noise of judgment and opinion fades into insignificance. In this moment, in this connection, lies the purity of our bond. It’s the solace I crave, the reassurance I seek — to know that today, my soul can rest within your arms, and that’s all I truly long for.
