Poetry Of A Borderline

intimate

In the quiet whispers of the night, a dance of souls begins,
Two hearts beating as one, as passion slowly spins.
Bodies intertwined in love's sweet embrace,
A symphony of desire, a sacred, intimate space.

Skin to skin, a language of its own,
Speaking volumes without a single tone.
Exploring every curve and every sigh,
In this moment, time seems to fly.

Eyes locked in a gaze, a connection pure and deep,
Lost in each other, as the world falls asleep.
Breathing in sync, a rhythm of trust,
A dance of intimacy, both tender and robust.

In the vulnerability of this shared delight,
Lies a bond that transcends the limits of night.
A union of spirits, a melding of hearts,
A celebration of love that never departs.

So cherish these moments, so precious and rare,
In the tapestry of love, let them be your prayer.
For in the beauty of sexual intimacy's art,
Lies a reflection of the soul, a connection of heart.