In the soft folds of morning light,
they drift, intertwined,
where words are lost,
and only touch remains,
a language silent and ancient.
Skin to skin,
breathing as one—
an unspoken promise,
a dance of warmth and quiet surrender.
oil
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In the soft folds of morning light,
they drift, intertwined,
where words are lost,
and only touch remains,
a language silent and ancient.
Skin to skin,
breathing as one—
an unspoken promise,
a dance of warmth and quiet surrender.
oil
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