Mouths met, a soft, slow press,
No deeper drive, no need to confess.
Just lips aligned, a gentle art,
A meeting of minds, a beating heart.

Fingers brushed, a feather's grace,
A smile exchanged, in time and space.
No hurried touch, no burning need,
Just quiet joy, a planted seed.

Eyes locked, a silent vow,
To cherish now, this sacred now.
A gentle breath, a whispered word,
A connection felt, but never heard.

A soul's embrace, a spirit's flight,
Bathing bathed in pale moonlight.
No fleshly claim, no earthly bind,
Just peace and calm, for heart and mind.