Quiet hours, paint the sky,
whispers float on still water.
We lay ourselves bare, stripped of the world’s guise,
speaking in tones as soft as our bond—
a dance of closeness tingling with silent fire.

Words transform into beads of light,
Seductive into a tight delivery.
Each confession a mystery plucked,
revealing the tender heart beneath,
moist with the dew of intimacy.

Your gaze meets mine—a mirror deep and true,
reflecting a mutual yearning.
We exchange our fears, our dreams, our pains,
all while the pulse of our desire thickens the air.

With each tale of sorrow, of joy,
our spirits mingle, rooting deeply,
drawn by a magnetic pull,
our bodies echoing the call of entwined souls.

Here, in this sacred space carved from time,
our selves intertwine, ascend—
two vines twisting upward, bending,
comforted by the quiet assurance of being known,
and electrified by the thrill of being ardently wanted, friend