You look at me like I’m both sin and salvation —
and I still haven’t decided which one I want to be for you.
Every word between us is a line drawn too close,
every silence, a dare.
You reach for me like a promise you shouldn’t keep,
and I let you,
because wanting you feels like breathing in lightning.
There’s a cruelty in this kind of closeness —
how it strips us down to truth.
You don’t just touch me;
you unravel me.
🖤 A reflection inspired by Rina Kent — where temptation and truth blur, and love lives in the ache between control and surrender.
Reading Trauma Mama: Velvet & Taboo 