In the quiet whispers of the night, I feel you. Your hands on my body speak of a language only we understand, a tale of longing and belonging. Each touch etches a story, a narrative of love and passion, painting a portrait of us on the canvas of time.

My lips on your skin, a silent confession, speak of desires and dreams, leaving an imprint of my essence upon you, a mark of my love that transcends the physical. In the union of our bodies and souls, we become an irrevocable “us,” intertwined in a dance of fate and destiny.

Amidst the unexplored realms of existence, I seek you. In the uncharted landscapes of the heart, I yearn for your presence, your essence, like an unspoken melody waiting to be heard. Every unfulfilled thrill, every unsailed sea, and every unspoken word resonates with the echo of your absence, the void yearning to be filled by your presence.

I wander through the remnants of time, sifting through the forgotten moments and the unworn clothes, seeking traces of you in the creases of memory. In the absence of your touch, I find the longing for your presence, a yearning that echoes through the corridors of my soul.

Yet, in the stillness of the night, I find solace. In the realm of dreams, where time knows no bounds, I find you there, a sanctuary for my restless heart, a haven for my yearning soul. In the ethereal world of slumber, you reside, a whisper in the wind, a promise of eternity.

In this poetic prose, I surrender to the yearning, the seeking, and the finding, for within the depths of our intertwined existence, we become a timeless symphony, an eternal echo of love and unity.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer