In the silence of a tender night,
A gentle whisper of touch takes flight.
Fingers tracing stories untold,
In a world where warmth enfolds.

The dance of hands in delicate grace,
A language spoken in soft embrace.
Hearts connect through skin’s embrace,
In the quiet moments, time finds its place.

A fleeting brush, a lingering sigh,
Promises held in a lover’s eye.
Touch, the bond that words can’t find,
Binding souls in a gentle bind.

Feel the pulse beneath the skin,
The quiet strength that lies within.
In every touch, a world anew,
A silent promise, pure and true.