Oh how I wish that spells were never broken.
There’s something so spiritual about being with another while under a beautiful veil.
No one else exists.
Breathless moments of intensity.
Words shared while leaning forward, hoping to simply become a part of another’s space.
Wishing that time would stand still.
I want to press my cheek against warm skin and simply be in that moment.
But spells become broken and the coldness seeps in to dispel the fragrant warmth …