In the gentle brush of your fingertips,
Worlds collide in silent symphony,
A language spoken without words,
Where every touch tells untold stories.
The warmth of your hand in mine,
A promise of unending solace,
Through the storms and gentle breezes,
We find our haven in closeness.
The dance of caresses, tender and true,
Weaving threads of invisible ties,
Binding hearts in an eternal embrace,
A tapestry of love, unseen but felt.
In the quiet moments of our touch,
A universe unfolds in the silence,
Where the soul finds its echo,
In the gentle dance of our hands.