v u l v a l i c i o u s
the weight of it in my hands. a solid mass, warm from our bodies, from the way your heart has pumped around it for as long as it has. how long? even you can't say.
it is heavy and hard, softening a little at first touch then sighing, purring, loosening and curling into me.
this story, these words. you, all the parts i know and do not. but all that i want to know. all of you, warm and held right here.