No words exchanged, no need to declare,
A language unspoken, a connection profound,
He knew my desires without a sound.
No prior talks of how I'd want it done,
Yet he grasped my heart, as one soul spun,
With knowing hands, he revealed his art,
A tender gesture, right from the heart.
In that moment, an understanding found,
Through touch alone, our desires unwound,
For words can falter, but actions remain,
A harmony formed, like a sweet refrain.
So, in his touch, I felt the love he held,
A passion unspoken, but truth revealed,
In this silent dance of give and take,
Two souls entwined, a love's embrace.
