His fingers whisper
across my skin
Reading me
like a page in braille
Intently pedantic
mischievously
Exploring each quiver
and shimmer
They chart a story
with enchanting
slowness across curves
and hollows
Resonating in the rising tide
of slumberous desires awakened
Melding them in
the silent rhythm of
Stuttered breaths
and helpless sighs
His heart is my safe space
Filled with hidden treasures
He illuminates my sky
and shines his love on me
We are connected
by a red thread of fate
Our story was written in the stars
an unbreakable bond
for all eternity
