Your gaze arrives first, like a warm breeze at the end of the night, leaving a secret in the air that your mouth hasn't yet dared to tell. I approach slowly, feeling the silence between us grow warmer, as if each second were an invitation. Your perfume lingers in my memory, your smile lights up the twilight, and desire, discreetly, wanders between our gestures. There's no hurry, just this dance of glances, this delicate longing to stay closer, until the world disappears and only the moment between us remains. ✨#Poetry Content by Sweet Petite. Copying or reproducing this text outside of my page without authorization constitutes plagiarism.