01/31/2026
It’s all about the neck kissing and then some…..
I look at us like this from an outsider looking in. We are caught mid-breath, mid-lean, mid-surrender—and I swear my body remembers you before my mind ever did.
It wasn’t desire first. It was more a recognition.
The indescribable way your mouth finds the back of my throat isn’t learned, it’s remembered. It’s like a muscle memory of something ancient. Something lived and loved and lost, and somehow carried forward into this lifetime like a secret stitched into my bones. There’s a deep longing to become apart of you, and everything you represent.
I didn’t fall for you. It was more like, I returned to you.
Every hunger I’ve ever had—every wanting, every ache, every fantasy that I thought was desire—feels smaller now. It boils down to this singular truth: it should have always been you. All my past cravings were only rehearsals. Perhaps false starts, echoes of a love I hadn’t named, deeply desired but never could find.
You don’t touch me like someone discovering me for the first time. You touch me like someone who already knows where I soften and how. Your touch knows where I break and how I bloom. You know when to be gentle and when to take it rough.
And when you put your arm between my thighs and pull me closer, there’s no urgency— just inevitability and the directness of someone knowing what they want.
We have a quiet certainty of two souls picking up a conversation we paused centuries ago. Best friends in one life. Lovers in another. Strangers only long enough to find each other again.
And God—the familiarity of it. The first time your lips met mine, my body sighed, secretly saying, there you are. There was no chaos, no uncomfortable moments, just a feeling like I’ve come home.
I want to melt into you as you consume my sweetness—not in a way that takes from me, but in a way that knows me. That honors me and holds every version of who I’ve been and who I’m still becoming.
This isn’t about s*x, its about resonance.
It’s about the way your presence quiets every other wanting I’ve ever had. It’s about the way loving you feels less like hunger and more like recognition, like something finally clicking into place.
If we’ve done this before, then I believe we loved fiercely. And if we do it again after this life, I hope we find each other just as easily, just a little sooner.
Because some loves don’t begin.
They remember.
©️ Tegan Matthews, 2026
