Plea

Your breath, a whispered warmth upon my skin, a silent language understood, a plea. My fingers trace the landscape where you begin, a current sparking, wild and setting free. The air grows thick with wanting, a sweet haze, your eyes, a depth where mysteries reside. Each touch, a slow unfolding through the days, a rising tide where all defenses hide. A pulse that quickens, mirroring my own, a silent promise echoing in the night. We seek the solace of the deeply known, drawn by an ancient, undeniable light. This yearning deep, a symphony of sighs, two bodies speaking truths beyond all words. Lost in the moment where desire flies, a sacred hunger, meant to be unbarred.