​The room is still, the air is sweet, Tracing the echoes of the heat, A lingering pulse, a steady hum, From the mountain we have climbed and won. It wasn’t just the rush or fire, Or the height of our desire, But the way the world completely ceased Until our spirits were released. ​Every touch was like a spark, A golden map across the dark, A physical and deep refrain, Of pleasure that felt close to pain. The rhythm that we found together, Light as air and tough as leather, Moving in a perfect sync, Pushing us right to the brink. ​I’m still caught within the haze, Of those fevered, frantic ways, And the quiet that we found, When we finally hit the ground. To be so close, to be so known, In a language of our own, Is a gift I won’t forget— The best I’ve ever tasted yet. ​Amazing doesn’t say enough, For the smooth and for the rough, For the way you look at me, In our wildest ecstasy. So let the memory stay right here, Whispered softly in your ear: That what we did and what we shared, Is a magic that can’t be compared.