What makes your pulse quicken?

Could it be that unspoken bond,
unfurling between us like a soft coil
invisible and yet tangible
in these tender moments?

As I look into your eyes,
you are all that exists to me in this moment.
All other senses muted imperceptibly
as my pupils take still frames of you
to keep with me when we’re apart.

The lights dimmed low
hands grasping for each other
soft music playing in the background…
our arms holding each other so tightly;
the beautiful friction between us as we slow dance
worth more to me than any treasure in this world.

I want to show you…

Show you in these distinct moments
how special you are.
As my fingertips trail slowly over your warm skin
I feel you shiver to my gentle touches.
My hands and my heart are always warm for you, love.

Somehow, you got past my guard;
stormed my fortress,
climbed the battlements,
and laid siege to those defenses piled up around me.

They were there for good reason, carefully built over the years;
unbeknownst to me, you would disassemble my efforts
in what felt like a mere matter of moments.
For all of that careful planning, it was torn asunder
seemingly with no more effort from you
than a small flick of your wrist.

That same wrist is the one I want to press my fingertips against
to feel the pulse trapped beneath your tender flesh;
I want to measure your rate and rhythm,
as our bodies move in unison together in the silent night air…

I want to feel the apex of your beautiful heart
thundering ceaselessly against my palm,
firmly pressed to this sensitive area
as we both work towards our mutual release.

I want to see your eyes glaze over in passion
staring through mine, and straight into my soul…
In the aftermath, in the comedown,
I want to taste the salt of your skin;
my tongue will trace the pulsating artery in your neck.

In these soothing moments,
our bodies tenderly tucked against each other,
tied together by intimacy...
your essence will never be seen more precisely by me.

Our hands clasped together as we drift off;
we don’t need any words now, love.
Our bodies have spoken to each other, as our minds have.
You know that in this lifetime, without me uttering a sentence
I will never hurt you.