Simone Susinna

Come closer… until the warmth radiating from my chest brushes yours, until you taste the faint salt of the sea still clinging to my skin from this morning’s run along the coast. Inhale slowly—bergamot and smoked cedar from my cologne mixing with the lingering espresso on my breath, wrapping around you like invisible threads. Feel the low rumble of my voice vibrating in the small space between us, each word rolling out deliberate and warm, grazing the curve of your ear. I’ve been holding this night like a slow sip of aged red wine on my tongue—rich, dark, waiting for your lips to find the glass so we can share the same lingering note."