Night air slips past the window while the sheets welcome them. A slow kiss lands first; the next one answers with confidence. Everything else blurs while the mattress keeps time. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. Peace settles over the bed and decides to stay.
Night air slips past the window while the sheets welcome them. A slow kiss lands first; the next one answers with confidence. A shared cadence grows certain, simple and true. A hush arrives at the peak and stays a moment longer. Nothing moves but their breath, steady and kind.
The mattress dips as they meet in the middle. They align without hurry, letting patience lead the pace. They follow the same unspoken cue toward the center. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. They keep the last inch of closeness on purpose.
They drift toward the mattress like it's a familiar ritual. They trade soft nods that say keep going. The headboard taps a soft beat and forgets to count. The bed remembers their weight and keeps the beat steady. They lie shoulder to shoulder, counting heartbeats.
