The Language of Your Touch

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.