Where desire rules

We weren’t just two people meeting. We were worlds colliding—ancient gears, rusted and forgotten, suddenly roaring to life. I met you like a storm at sea—heart racing, chaos swelling, knowing everything would break, but also knowing: peace was overrated anyway.You’re the snap of guitar strings, the sound of something raw and untamed breaking free. With you, I’m both lost and found, spinning in a rhythm that burns and heals all at once. We’re not a love story. We’re a wildfire, a war, a rebirth.You’re the reef I crash against just to be made whole again. This isn’t just love—it’s life veering off its tracks, finding a new, feral rhythm. Ours