Unspoken Words

Breathe moving in front of you as you listen to 3 am darkness.

Fingers move the holy places only two people know well.

Bodies touch throughout a thousand fever nights.

Feet and hands become alive as they curl, twirl, and shudder.

Beating hearts tell all of those secrets hidden from plain sight.

Feeling conflicting emotions as we lay unspoken words to rest.

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