The Language of Your Touch
Where Tenderness Meets Fire”
Your hand in mine, a whispered fire,
A quiet spark, a deep desire.
The world falls still, the night turns slow,
When all I need is your soft glow.
Your breath lingers close, a velvet sigh,
A secret kiss beneath the sky.
No words are spoken, yet I feel,
A thousand truths the stars conceal.
The curve of your lips, the warmth of your skin,
A promise begins where our hearts begin.
Each glance you give is a gentle plea,
A universe opening just for me.
Love is not loud, it hums, it sings,
In tender touches, in quiet things.
And in your arms, so sweet, so near,
I find my heaven, right here, my dear.
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"Each glance you give is a gentle plea, a universe opening just for me." It really paints a picture of how intimate the poem is