The feel of touch

The feel of his touch is more than lust,
it lingers�"soft, unspoken�"
drawing me closer,
keeping me wrapped in him.

When his arms circle my body,
I become still�"
as if the world has quieted
just to hold us there.

Against him, I find a strange safety,
like something long lost
finally remembering its place.

His heartbeat beneath my cheek�"
steady, alive�"
echoes through me,
a rhythm I begin to follow.

There is a trembling in his closeness,
like the first gentle flutter
of life awakening�"
fragile, yet undeniable.

His kiss brushes my lips,
and I forget myself entirely,
lost somewhere between warmth
and the soft hush of feeling.

When he leans into me,
it is more than comfort�"
it is a quiet surrender,
a drifting beyond thought.

And as he draws me deeper into him,
I fade from my edges,
no longer separate�"
only a moment,
only a feeling,
only his.


Jessy Jacob ❤️😘