When we begin there are tentative moments that seem to hold themselves still in silence between us. Each touch is sharp as though the weight of a fingertip on skin carries some charge that passes between us. My hands seem to hold the weight of you as you sigh into my arms as though coming home from a long fraught journey through strange lands.
There is peace here, in this world we have created between ourselves, and silence too. Even the distant sounds of the world going about its usual business outside this room seem muted, distant, lost in their own irrelevance. We have here, we have now and we have each other and that is all and that is more than enough.
Your lips move, unsure between words or kisses as your eyes close and your body finds its own rhythms of movement, building a need that my hands, my fingers can answer and shape. Our bodies are as close as they can get without becoming one, even though we move together as though we are one and both, as one, searching for that escape route that will make this small temporary world we have built into a universe that will last beyond eternity.
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