First touch, first love. She told him nothing. He was too weak. Her shoulders carried the weight of the world. She couldn't just scare him away.
She instead took him a bit higher. To her neck. He spent relentless hours trying to unlock her world of secrets. She showed him fantasies. Fantasies that became their reality. But never, she let him come close. Lest the weight of her worries crush him under. He took to them fantasies gladly.
She took him through her thoughts instead. Opened a whole new world of experiences. New people, new places. Blended his craziness into hers. Did things pure, did things perverse. Tied him up, instead of being tied down. Alcohol, music, conversations; in things they drowned. He loved the newness and embraced the change.
As in most cases, things don't go as per plan. Disaster here and a world collapses; but still she has her man. Her shoulders ached, so she opened her body. The void created was filled with his body. Confused, he carries on. All in a days play, world goes on.
New beginnings or new ends. Her world changes yet again. She draws him closer to her lips. Her quips, her kisses flow like nectar to him. She opens her mind and invites him in. He looks on, but now he is hooked.
Pressures rise, her shoulders fall. Little to win, to lose it all. The weight is too much; her shoulders hurt. She gets crazy, and annoyed and curt.
Her veiled smiles, her gasps, her ached hellos. Through what seems like ages, while she was smiling away; he was building up the way. He always saw the weight on her shoulders. So he asks her to share all that's hers. He weight, her sorrows, right down to the jealousy boulder.
Coz, over the years he's become stronger; all her weights he may not shoulder, but every time she needs him she can call out and he will hold her.
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