My house is usually an empty home, but when she arrives there's no more space to hold me, she's just that electric, owning every space she walks in. But on a Saturday afternoon, we were filled with Banter and jest, laughter with old recollection and she stumbled on a question. "Such intimate friendships tend to have Forbidden realms, a landscape unavailable to familiar touches. If we'd cross that border, certain layers will peel off, yet certain layers will vanish forever not to be discovered at all. so my question is, is it worth it?"

Genuine about the thoughts that filled her cup, Seeking a raw answer untamed and uncut. "Filter not" shined through her eyes, she was curious about this intimidating unknown.
It wasn't a lustful curiosity, to have a secret worth keeping, such delicacies that salivate the tongue, it wasn't that. But if she would fall, how deep would it be. How...