I give myself the way time gives itself
not to be taken,
but to be enjoyed,
because this moment starts with expecting nothing,
to exist in each other's delicate warmth.
My hands meet yours without persuasion,
our lips sync and move in thoughts quieting hums,
touch learns its own language.
I am here because I want to be here,
because wanting you feels like time standing still,
together we melt and form,
the winds of our desire they blow through the me,
sparking my inner craving,
need pulls us closer.
My head turns dizzy with our movements,
not from effort,
not from proving anything,
but from the ease of being received as I receive,
from the sensation,
electricity in each sensual touch.
I offer myself to feel wanted,
I offer myself because I want you,
each velvet kiss you lay upon me tells me the depth of your desire,
this moment becomes real enough for us to drown,
I ask only that we stay,
entangled, immersed - consumed.
You see me not as body parts,
but in how my eyes remain with yours,
how my body listens while my breath answers.
Nothing is between us is staged, nothing is borrowed
what is revealed in each movement feels like trust,
not exposure.
Time deepens here.
I lose nothing in it.
I am not diminished by this closeness,
I am gathered,
In this moment fulfilled.
Whispered Names fall softly,
not as claims, nor false promises
but as acknowledgments of what is shared.
When the moment loosens its hold on us,
Soft light reaches the curve of your back,
it does so gently.
What we touched in each other does not vanish
It lives,
it settles,
it lingers,
your fragrance left in the air after light has moved on,
the smell of you,
my wanting,
Scattered on pillows and sheets
A reminder how intimacy feels.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 9:50 PM UTC
I give myself the way time gives itself
not to be taken,
but to be enjoyed,
because this moment starts with expecting nothing,
to exist in each other's delicate warmth.
My hands meet yours without persuasion,
our lips sync and move in thoughts quieting hums,
touch learns its own language.
I am here because I want to be here,
because wanting you feels like time standing still,
together we melt and form,
the winds of our desire they blow through the me,
sparking my inner craving,
need pulls us closer.
My head turns dizzy with our movements,
not from effort,
not from proving anything,
but from the ease of being received as I receive,
from the sensation,
electricity in each sensual touch.
I offer myself to feel wanted,
I offer myself because I want you,
each velvet kiss you lay upon me tells me the depth of your desire,
this moment becomes real enough for us to drown,
I ask only that we stay,
entangled, immersed - consumed.
You see me not as body parts,
but in how my eyes remain with yours,
how my body listens while my breath answers.
Nothing is between us is staged, nothing is borrowed
what is revealed in each movement feels like trust,
not exposure.
Time deepens here.
I lose nothing in it.
I am not diminished by this closeness,
I am gathered,
In this moment fulfilled.
Whispered Names fall softly,
not as claims, nor false promises
but as acknowledgments of what is shared.
When the moment loosens its hold on us,
Soft light reaches the curve of your back,
it does so gently.
What we touched in each other does not vanish
It lives,
it settles,
it lingers,
your fragrance left in the air after light has moved on,
the smell of you,
my wanting,
Scattered on pillows and sheets
A reminder how intimacy feels.
I wrote this because I wanted to say how I love when it is real.
I wanted to name intimacy as shared time, not performance, something I choose freely, not to be wanted, but because I already want. This poem is me honoring moments where closeness gathers rather than takes, where nothing is lost afterward, and what lingers is warmth, presence, and a quiet sense of having met each other fully.
