Never Ending Embrace
by @manuel78 on Manuel
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- story made using lyrics
- lyrics by me plus lyric generator
- Never Ending Embrace - - - Lyrics:
fell in love with the marshmellow . she stole my heart and soul . baby when we hug . we never want to let go . it felt like you wanted . to take all my love . from now till
eternity . hun nayy . kiss me again and again . feels so nice . a never ending embrace . never ending love in a glowing space . two crazies loving each other right . under moonlight
holding tight . marshmellow touch . soft and divine . you’re tangled in rhythm . heartbeats align . we float in a dream . no finish line . kiss me again . our souls entwined . arms
around you . my sweetest fate . our fire still burns at a steady rate . can’t fake . can’t shake this light we create . crazy in love . we elevate . never ending love . never ending embrace . baby . we’re the wildest kind of grace .
The Wildest Kind of Grace
The world knew Leo as a man of clean lines and sharp corners . A structural engineer . his life was governed by load-bearing calculations and the immutable laws of physics . He lived in a condo of steel and glass . a testament to right angles and predictable stresses . Love . in his experience . had been a transient force . a temporary load that eventually . always . shifted and caused fractures .
Then . he met Elara at a community garden on a sweltering Saturday . She was arguing passionately with a basil plant that refused to thrive . her hands covered in soil . her hair escaping a messy bun in defiant curls . She wasn’t beautiful in a way that fit on a blueprint ; she was beautiful in a way that disrupted them . She was all soft curves and unpredictable blooming . He offered a hesitant tip about sunlight . and she fixed him with a gaze that felt like a direct current to his grounding wire .
Leo . against every rational calculation . fell in love with the marshmellow . That was his secret name for her . born the first time he held her . She was not fragile . but profoundly . overwhelmingly soft . a yielding gentleness that disarmed his every defense . In her presence . the rigid structures of his mind seemed to relax . She stole my heart and soul not in a dramatic heist . but with a quiet . persistent burglary of his solitude . One day he was a self-contained unit ; the next . he realized his vital components were no longer solely under his management . They resided with her .
Their physical language was one of sanctuary . baby when we hug . it was more than greeting . It was a mutual reset . He would come to her . tense from a day of solving problems of force and compression . and fold her into his arms . She would melt against him . her head tucking perfectly under his chin . In those moments . the world’s noise was muffled . its pressures redistributed across both their frames . They we never want to let go . It was a silent agreement . a refuge found in the shared architecture of an embrace .
In the early . dizzying days . the intensity of it terrified him . He was a man who rationed everything . time . energy . emotion . With Elara . he felt a terrifying . wonderful depletion . it felt like you wanted . to take all my love . He said it to her once . half a fear . half an awe-struck confession . as they lay tangled in her sun-dappled sheets . She had simply smiled . a slow . radiant thing . and whispered . “Not take . Receive . All of it . from now till eternity .” The scale of it was geological . It wasn’t about next month or next year . It was a vow in the dimension of timelessness . Her response was to lean in . her lips a breath from his . “hun nayy . kiss me again and again .” It was not a request . but a gentle command to stop thinking in finite terms . to exist in the infinite loop of the present .
And in that present . everything simplified into pure sensation . feels so nice . a never ending embrace . It was the exact truth . Whether they were actually holding each other or simply existing in the same room . the embrace continued . a psychic and emotional closeness that never broke contact . They had built a never ending love in a glowing space . The “glowing space” was wherever they were together . Her cluttered apartment with its fairy lights and thriving plants . his sterile condo slowly being colonized by her color and texture . It was a shared atmosphere they carried with them . a bubble of warmth in a cold city . They were . by all sane definitions . two crazies loving each other right . Their love didn’t follow a sensible manual . It was loud laughter at private jokes . impulsive midnight drives for terrible diner pie . conversations that spiraled from the profound to the ridiculous without a seam . And often . under moonlight holding tight . They would escape to the roof of his building . a concrete slab he’d once seen only as a structural component . With her . it became an observatory . They would stand at the edge . the city a tapestry of artificial stars below . and hold each other against the vastness . their grip an anchor and a promise .
Her very touch was a revelation . A marshmellow touch . soft and divine . Her hand in his wasn’t just a connection ; it was a soothing . a calming of his internal static . They moved through life with a new synchronicity . you’re tangled in rhythm . heartbeats align . Dancing in her kitchen to no music at all . their breathing would fall into step . Walking down a street . their strides would match without effort . It was as if their internal metronomes had been calibrated to the same quiet beat . With her . Leo felt untethered from the relentless forward march of time and ambition . we float in a dream . no finish line . There was no project deadline for this feeling . no final inspection for their joy . It was a perpetual state of being . And when the dream felt most sublime . he would brush his lips against her temple and murmur . “kiss me again . our souls entwined .” It was no longer just bodies connecting . but something deeper . a intertwining of essences that felt both ancient and brand new .
He often thought of the permanence of it . arms around you . my sweetest fate . Holding her was not an accident . it was destiny written in a language of touch . Time passed . seasons changed . but the core of them remained constant . our fire still burns at a steady rate . It wasn’t the roaring blaze of their first month . which was thrilling but unsustainable . This was a deep . banked hearth fire . reliable . warming every corner of their shared life . It was a flame that required no frantic tending . it simply was . and would be . He looked at what they had built together and knew . with the certainty he usually reserved for structural integrity . can’t fake . can’t shake this light we create . It was authentic . a generated illumination that was entirely their own production . And in its glow . they didn’t just exist . they crazy in love . we elevate . They made each other better . kinder . more patient . more brave . She softened his edges ; he gave her chaos a gentle frame . They lifted one another to a higher plane of being .
Years later . on that same rooftop . Leo held Elara from behind . her back against his chest as they watched a real storm roll in across the skyline . The wind picked up . whipping her hair around them both . He thought of the young engineer who feared love as an unpredictable load . He thought of the marshmellow girl who had stolen him . piece by careful piece . and rebuilt him into something whole .
He pressed his lips to the crown of her head . the words rising from a place beyond thought . They were a quiet truth spoken into the rising wind . “never ending love .” A statement of fact . He felt her hands tighten over his where they rested on her stomach . Her reply was a sigh of absolute agreement . “never ending embrace .”
The first fat raindrops began to fall . splashing on the concrete around them . They didn’t move . They were in their glowing space . which was not a place . but the territory contained within the circle of their arms . They were two crazies . loving each other perfectly . holding tight under the stormy sky . They had built something that defied all his old calculations . something that bore the weight of years with effortless strength .
Leo smiled into her hair . and whispered the final . perfect summation . “baby . we’re the wildest kind of grace .” Not a gentle blessing . but a fierce . joyful . miraculous one . A grace built of softness and steady fire . of stolen souls and willing surrender . a never-ending story written in touch . and rhythm . and light .