Lying here,
the world fades out of view,
your heartbeat a rhythm,
steady and true.
With you still in me,
the moment softly lingers,
in the silence,
love whispers through our fingers.
Your chest, my rest,
your breath, my peace,
in this stillness,
all of life’s chaos finds cease.
Your hands map paths on my skin,
a tender trace,
as if I might vanish,
leave no sign, no trace.
Here in your arms,
a sanctuary found,
my body a temple
where our pulses sound.
Softening slowly,
yet holding me tight,
in the afterglow’s warmth,
everything feels right.
This is the peace
that lives in the quiet after,
beyond the passion,
the laughter, the disaster.
In these silent moments with you,
I find a deeper union,
not just of body but of mind.
As I lie here,
still connected, fully wound,
this is the love
that speaks without a sound.
No need for words,
no rush to part,
every pulse in me
feels the beat of your heart.
The world outside can wait,
let time suspend,
in this sacred space
where slow breaths blend.