I need to inhabit your silences

I need to inhabit your silences and give it a reason to come simultaneously to the first moan, looking at us as those who managed to cry out with their eyes, ‘I love you!’ looked at each other.

Don't express words, please, just invite me to be the conqueror of your breathing and of that feeling so full of intense desire in the swaying of your nakedness.

Don't limit me, even if you know that there will be nothing left to silence because of those kisses that, from the first tickle to the last, will invade our existence with pleasure.

I need to inhabit your silences and give life to what was denied by circumstances of separate existences, and that by the work of destiny we take up again to inhabit the beautiful sound of passion.

May our bodies express themselves without words, may our gazes intertwine in a dialogue more eloquent than any sentence uttered. Let silence become the language of love, for in it is concentrated all the intensity of our desires, of our total surrender.

Let me explore every corner of your being, let my touch and my breath dissolve the barriers that separate us, until we are one, united in that primordial dance that transcends the merely physical.

May this silence become a hymn to the passion that envelops us, to the union of our souls in that sublime instant when everything else disappears.

In the stillness of your silences I hear the beating of our hearts, the whisper of our skins, the symphony of our sighs. Here, in this eloquent silence, lies the true essence of our love.