I threw love on the other side so it can stretch out. Blindly knowing what destiny laid out. Choices unraveling. Heavy thoughts weighed out leaving a clear path for the other hand to play out.

Fingers moved so relaxed across the soul, swiftly spreading a vibe. Touching the spirit. A gentle stretch occurred as they got loose, ready to grab what lied ahead. Acting on pure feelings each tip breathed out.

Reached so deep, viens of love felt the need to stretch out. Would it be the passion loosely fitting upon the layers of romance? Or the mystery behind the search? Leaving the next hand of the events feel eternal.

So slow moments went, the existence of the pass felt caught up. Honoring and cherishing each flaw. From palm to palm self-reflection was a must. As the hands stuck love, the desire to find its way became intact. Now understanding this stretch of time would only be a period to grow the mind.