Intimacy begins with the most innocent of gestures
A curious smile
The lips speak a sweet word, yet not explicit; the intimacy prevails.
It hides behind soft kisses
a gentle touch
sometimes in your sublime presence alone the intimacy is far too much.
Intimacy is not behind closed doors
It does not always reside between sheets
It shows itself in a knowing look
In forests, shorelines, streets.
Intimacy sends you shivers through a written word or song
But between you and I it hasn't shown itself in far too long.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
Intimacy begins with the most innocent of gestures
A curious smile
The lips speak a sweet word, yet not explicit; the intimacy prevails.
It hides behind soft kisses
a gentle touch
sometimes in your sublime presence alone the intimacy is far too much.
Intimacy is not behind closed doors
It does not always reside between sheets
It shows itself in a knowing look
In forests, shorelines, streets.
Intimacy sends you shivers through a written word or song
But between you and I it hasn't shown itself in far too long.
