Nonstop Romance
by @manuel78 on Manuel
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story based off lyrics
lyrics made by me plus lyric generator
Lyrics:
I miss you . I miss you too .
I love you . I love you too .
I wanna sleep with you . I want to sleep with you too .
I wanna lick you . I wanna lick you too .
I wanna ride you . I wanna ride you too .
I wanna suck on you . I wanna suck on you too .
I wanna be made love to by you . I wanna be made love to by you too .
I want you to make me moan & moan . I want you to make me moan & moan too .
I wanna kiss you . I wanna kiss you too .
I wanna cuddle with you . I wanna cuddle with you too .
I really really want you to hug me nonstop & never let me go .
I really really want you to hug me nonstop & never let me go too .
For days , for years , forever — a nonstop romance with you ,
you and only you , my love , from now till our next transition into the next .
Wrap my want inside your want , slow whispers flow ,
Lips on lips , we let these secret rivers go —
Triple fold the moans we sow , we breathe it low ,
Velvet echoes soft and slow , the touch we know .
Moonlit pulse , your breath in rhyme ,
Heartbeat laced in steady time ,
Double layered , soft aligned ,
Kiss me twice inside this bind .
I miss you . I love you .
I wanna sleep with you , deep with you .
I wanna lick , I wanna ride —
Twist these cravings side to side .
Nonstop hug , nonstop sigh ,
Years and years , we multiply .
Want you wrapped in every night ,
Under covers , soft delight —
Triple rhyme in candle light ,
Sacred sighs that hold us tight .
I really really want you here ,
Nonstop touch that keeps me near ,
Never letting go , sincere —
Years melt slow , the future clear .
I wanna kiss , I wanna cuddle ,
Press our bodies , warmth to huddle .
Lips repeat that soft sweet muddle ,
Hug me deep , we never struggle .
Days to years , forever spun ,
One to one till worlds are done .
For days , for years , for now , for next —
Nonstop love in whispered text —
Forever us , forever blessed —
You and only you , confessed .Story Title: From Now Till Next
The rain on the windowpane of the tiny Copenhagen apartment was not a sound, but a feeling. A soft, gray, insulating feeling that made the world outside dissolve into a watercolor blur. Inside, the world had contracted to a perfect, warm point: the space between Leo’s body and mine.
Our separation had been a brief, brutal surgery—two weeks for a work trip that felt like geological time. The texts had been a poor, flickering substitute for his presence. I miss you, I had typed on the third day, my thumbs clumsy with longing. The reply was instant. I miss you too. It was a simple echo, but it carried the weight of his voice, the specific timbre of his sigh.
Now, he was back. The door had clicked shut, his suitcase abandoned in the hall, damp coat shrugged to the floor. For a long moment, we just stood in the center of the room, drinking each other in. The flight fatigue was etched under his eyes, but his gaze was clear, focused entirely on me.
“I love you,” he said, the words a raw, quiet truth that filled the silent apartment.
My heart, which had been beating a slow, lonely rhythm for fourteen days, stuttered and then settled into its true pace. “I love you too.”
It was more than a greeting. It was a re-establishment of reality. Our reality.
The unspoken script of our reunion began to unfold. He reached for me, and I stepped into the circle of his arms. His lips found my forehead, then the corner of my mouth, then finally, my lips. I wanna kiss you. My thought was a silent prayer answered. I wanna kiss you too. His kiss deepened, tasting of travel and home, and I knew he was answering.
We drifted toward the bedroom, a slow, wordless migration. The gray rain-light painted everything in shades of charcoal and silver. I wanna sleep with you. Not just to rest, but to be submerged in the peace of his proximity, to have the proof of his breathing beside me. I want to sleep with you too, he murmured against my neck as he helped me out of my sweater, his hands already mapping the familiar territory of my spine.
There was no rush. Time, which had been so cruel and rigid, was now soft, expanding to hold us. His fingers traced my collarbone, his mouth following the path. I wanna lick you. The thought was a shiver. As if he heard it, his tongue sketched a slow, warm line along my skin. I wanna lick you too, I breathed, pulling him closer to taste the salt at the base of his throat.
We sank onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and quiet laughter. The rain was our only soundtrack. He rolled onto his back, pulling me atop him. I wanna ride you. The craving was a deep, physical pulse. I settled over him, and his hands came to my hips, guiding me. His eyes, dark in the gloom, held mine. I wanna ride you too, he said, his voice a low rasp of desire.
The intimacy was a conversation in touch. I wanna suck on you. I bent to his chest, my lips closing over his skin, feeling his heartbeat against my tongue. He gasped, his fingers threading into my hair. I wanna suck on you too, he growled, and he gently rolled us, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, his touch both worship and claim. I wanna be made love to by you. It was a plea for the specific, patient, devastating way he knew my body. I wanna be made love to by you too, he whispered into my skin, his breath hot, before his mouth found the core of me, and my back arched off the bed.
The sensations built, slow and relentless as the rain. I want you to make me moan & moan. He did. Each touch, each shift, drew a soft, broken sound from me that was lost in the crook of his neck, in the pillow. I want you to make me moan & moan too, he pleaded against my ear, and I obliged, my hands and mouth on him pulling forth his own low, shuddering sighs. We were a closed circuit of want, an echo chamber of pleasure.
Wrap my want inside your want, slow whispers flow. We moved together now, a slow, deep joining that felt less like a beginning and more like a continuation of a conversation that had only paused. Lips on lips, we let these secret rivers go. We kissed, deep and wet and open, sharing breath, sharing the secret language of this moment. Triple fold the moans we sow, we breathe it low. The sounds we made were layered, soft exhalations of his name, a whimper, a groan, all breathed into the shared space between our mouths. Velvet echoes soft and slow, the touch we know. It was all familiar and yet new, every touch resonating with the memory of a thousand others, building the history of us.
His forehead rested against mine, our breath syncing. Moonlit pulse, your breath in rhyme. Even in the gray afternoon, I saw the universe in his eyes. Heartbeat laced in steady time. I felt his heart hammering against my chest, a frantic drum matching my own. Double layered, soft aligned. We were two, but in this, we were a single, aligned entity. Kiss me twice inside this bind. He did.
The slow, deep rhythm became everything. I miss you. I love you. The words were not spoken now; they were felt in every glide, every clutch, every shared gasp. I wanna sleep with you, deep with you. This was the deepest sleep, the most profound rest, found in the very heart of connection. I wanna lick, I wanna ride — The cravings were no longer separate wishes but a unified experience, twisting and building. Twist these cravings side to side. Our bodies moved in the oldest dance, a gentle, rolling wave.
The peak approached not as a crash, but as a slow, warm flood. Nonstop hug, nonstop sigh. He held me impossibly close as it washed through me, my cry a sigh against his shoulder. My own climax pulled his from him, a shared release that left us trembling. Years and years, we multiply. In the aftermath, I felt not empty, but fuller. The love hadn’t been spent; it had been compounded.
We lay entwined, slick and spent. Want you wrapped in every night. He pulled the duvet over us, cocooning us in warmth. Under covers, soft delight. His leg hooked over mine, an anchor. Triple rhyme in candle light. The room held the poetry of our mingled scents, our slowing breaths. Sacred sighs that hold us tight. A profound, comfortable silence descended, punctuated only by contented sighs.
He shifted, turning to face me, his expression unbearably serious. I really really want you here, he said, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. Nonstop touch that keeps me near. His thumb stroked my cheekbone. Never letting go, sincere. He meant it. I could see the vow in his eyes. Years melt slow, the future clear. In that moment, I saw it too—not the specifics, but the constant: him.
I kissed him again, soft and lingering. I wanna kiss, I wanna cuddle. We rearranged ourselves, my back to his front, his arms a fortress around me. Press our bodies, warmth to huddle. He fit against me perfectly, our bodies remembering their puzzle-piece alignment. Lips repeat that soft sweet muddle. He kissed my shoulder, my neck, a sleepy, repetitive affection. Hug me deep, we never struggle. There was no struggle, only the effortless fit of belonging.
Outside, the rain continued. The world was still there. But here, in our nest, we had forged a separate peace. Days to years, forever spun, One to one till worlds are done. It was not a naive hope, but a certainty forged in the quiet after the storm of passion. This was our continuum.
As my eyes grew heavy, his breathing deepened into the rhythms of sleep behind me. His arms never loosened. For days, for years, for now, for next — The thought was my final conscious one. Nonstop love in whispered text — The text was written in skin, in sighs, in the steady rain. Forever us, forever blessed — Sleep pulled me under, warm and safe. The last words, unspoken but true, hung in the air between his heart and my back.
You and only you, confessed.