In the hush between heartbeats,
we find each other—
where silence trembles,
and the air tastes like wanting.
Your skin remembers my hands
before they arrive,
a map I trace
by instinct, not sight.
The night folds around us,
a secret kept by the stars.
Every movement—
a language older than words,
a promise written in breath.
You open like a whisper,
and I answer with gravity,
pulling you closer
until the world disappears.
We move not to be seen,
but to feel—
to lose the edges of ourselves
in the rhythm of something endless.
When it's over,
the room still hums
with what we didn't say—
the echo of two souls
that met in the dark
and refused to let go.
