Hush

In the hush of twilight,
your fingers traced my skin,
soft as whispers,
slow as honey dripping,
each touch igniting
a fire we couldn’t quench.

The air, thick with longing,
held the scent of us—
a sweet mix of desire
and breathless want,
bodies melting together
in a rhythm only we knew.

Your lips brushed mine,
delicate, teasing,
until the world outside
slipped away,
leaving just the pulse
of your heartbeat
beneath my fingertips.

In the tangle of sheets,
we found our truth,
every kiss a promise,
every sigh a confession—
until nothing remained
but the heat of our desire
and the silence
that held us both captive.