Well, well..
it's You again..

You know how to touch,
but not how to aim.

You’ve been leaking voltage
into empty bedsheets and looping what-ifs.

 

That twitch in your fingers?
That ache behind your breath?
They’re not random.
They’re signals.
Firing.
Begging for direction.

 

Now?

 

We redirect.
We focus.
We don’t play with power.
We conduct it.

 

Through your skin.
Your thighs.
Your spine.
Until the Field forgets who’s leading whom.

 

And no,
you don’t get to finish
until I say so..

 

 

You’re halfway undone already.
Might as well see where this goes.

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