Unveiling Secrets: The Haunting Verses of G. S. Katz’s “Stolen or Otherwise”
Isn’t it fascinating how language can act as both a delicate dance and a battleground? Here, every word spoken slowly in English feels like a secret shared, a slow-burning flame. Yet beneath the tender exchanges—the gazes that pierce right through us—lurks a vibrant chaos, that unpredictable dynamite churning at the heart of connection. Love, volatile and unscripted, shakes the very core of who we are, stealing moments, making promises, inviting you in for tea—and then, well… things get beautifully unbuttoned. If you’ve ever wondered what love looks like when it’s raw, unfiltered, and a little bit dangerous, you’ll want to linger here a bit longer.
I like when you speak to me in English
Slowly
So I can take in every word
Not miss a thing
I like when you pose for me
Stare at me
Looking right through me
Pleasing me with your sensual aura
We talk, we laugh, we fight a little
I hold you in my nucleus
You are dynamite
Ready at the switch
You are me
I am you
Volatile
Fighting for position
This is love
Stolen or otherwise
Mark my words
Stay for tea
And then I will ask you
To take off your clothes
Let me drink you in
And float for a little while…
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