The only thing I want to do, is you. A few moments of our time, frozen in the stillness of eternity. My words, a delicate dance with your beautiful mind, intertwining our thoughts. As my pen glides across these pages, I imagine your lips formed in stages, the thought captivating me and holding me there.

I see the way your lips part to read each word, your tongue gently stroking the roof of your mouth as you whisper "delicate." It's as if my words have taken control of your mind, it's relevant. Eyes pacing the movement of your lips with each syllable. It’s like I am an observer, watching from the sidelines, feeling an intimate connection as you embody my insides.