Low light, slow pulse,

Low light, slow pulse, Velvet hours folding into themselves. Heat moves without asking, Time forgets its edges. Breath finds breath, Not chasing, not hiding. Just gravity doing what it does When resistance finally rests. Silence hums between motions, Every pause deliberate, Every nearness earned Without demand. Skin remembers before language, Rhythm before reason. Nothing owned, nothing borrowed, Only shared weight and warmth. The night stretches, Unconcerned with endings. Moments linger Because they’re allowed to. Soft pressure, soft release, A balance held Longer than expected. No echoes, no witnesses, Only sensation settling Into something calm, Something real.