​Beyond the rush, the heavy breath, A rhythm found in life and death, A pull that starts within the soul Until the fragments feel like whole. It isn’t just the touch of skin, But where the spirit enters in, A silent language, soft and deep, A promise that the senses keep. ​It’s in the way the shadows dance, Locked within a steady glance, The world outside begins to fade In the heat that we have made. No clocks to chime, no hours to go, Just the steady, pulsing flow, Of hands that know exactly where To find the magic hidden there. ​It’s electricity and grace, A fevered, beautiful embrace, Where every whisper feels like fire And feeds the coals of our desire. It’s more than just a fleeting spark, It’s light that guides us through the dark, A sanctuary, wild and free, Of who you are and all of me. ​And when the storm begins to break, With every breath we give and take, We drift upon the afterglow, Where only quiet waters flow. Safe within this sacred space, The memory we can’t erase— Of how it feels to finally find A love that leaves the world behind.