In the quiet of the night, our breaths align,
I feel your warmth, your hand in mine.
We've laughed, we've cried, we've shared it all,
yet here I am, longing for more, at your beck and call.
Your presence soothes, a calm begins to form,
but my heart races, a silent storm.
We lay and share secrets like stars in the sky,
but my heart wanders where this friendship might lie.
For we are best friends, in shadows deep,
yet linger longer, secrets we keep.
In smiles exchanged and eyes so bright,
we dance beneath a tender light.
In the moon's soft glow, in fleeting night,
I cherish these moments, holding them tight.
Your eyes meeting mine, a delicate gaze,
yet unspoken words float in a haze.
For I've fallen for you, my dearest friend,
but love is a path with a fragile end.
I crave your closeness, your gentle touch,
yet fear the lines that we might clutch.
In morning light, I wake to find your hand on my neck,
a soft touch that leaves me a wreck.
We continue this dance as our desires entwine,
knowing our bond toes a fragile line.
I yearn to be close, to feel the rise and fall
of your chest against mine, in embraces so small.
For my heart may silently wish,
I'll lay beside you, but not kiss.
