

Sometimes I crave the softest kind of intimacy…
Lying naked, tangled in sheets, your hands tracing lazy circles on my thighs.
No rush. Just breathing together, sharing warmth, lips brushing now and then.
Your voice low, asking how I like to be touched.
The kind of night where we make love in silence —
and it’s still louder than anything we’ve ever said out loud.
That’s what I want.