In the hush between heartbeats, you linger, a warmth I don’t rush to name. Fingers brushing like quiet questions, learning the language of skin and flame. Your breath finds mine in the dark, soft as a secret we’re both keeping, and time loosens its careful hold while the night leans in, listening. We move like tides pulled by something unseen, a rhythm older than doubt or fear— not just bodies, but gravity, drawing closer, drawing near. And in that closeness, gentle, unspoken, where nothing needs to pretend, desire becomes more than a spark— it’s a place we begin.