In silence, fingertips find their way,
Tracing paths where words cannot stay.
A gentle caress, a tender embrace,
Unspoken truths in a soft, quiet space.

Hands that hold, promising peace,
In their warmth, all fears cease.
A brush of skin, a fleeting sign,
Where the soul and heart intertwine.

In the language of touch, stories unfold,
Secrets shared, and dreams retold.
An eloquent dance, a silent song,
Binding spirits where they belong.

Through touch, the world becomes small,
A tender bond conquers all.
In every gentle, loving sweep,
We find solace, in memories we keep.