Speaking to that one person through your eyes and expressions, knowing that they will understand what you want to say and respond to you with a blink or a quick tilt of the head and a smile...
their eyes searching you when they don't see you, and the relief that washes over their face when your eyes meet... and you see a quiet assurance in their eyes that they are here... with you.
or the longing to see them as you stare at their empty swivel chair and dark cabin...
how you felt their eyes on you, as they understood your silence, even when they weren't looking directly at you...
or in knowing that you both love the same things but are never able to talk about it...
their watchful gaze, making sure you are safe...
or tucking a pillow under your neck for support as you sleep...
that sharing of comfortable silences, knowing they aren't going anywhere...
or sharing a cigarette or a joint, feeling the damp traces of their lips on the same filter...
searching their eyes for approval of the colours you're wearing...
or speaking to each other in a crowd with words only you both would understand...
the luminescent electricity that courses through your body as their fingers trace your tatts all over...
or the burning desire to know what their lips might taste like when yours are only an inch apart from theirs...
or the sensual rhythm your bodies sync into when the romantic tension releases...
Isn't intimacy an underrated word?
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