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.
Night air slips past the window while the sheets welcome them. Fingers trace calm paths along shoulders and hips. Heat builds by degrees, gathering in the folds of the sheets. Warmth crests like tidewater and lays them back down. Calm lingers on their skin while the room forgets the clock.
Warm air gathers over the sheets while they inch closer. Hands learn the map they already know by heart. The room narrows to breath and heartbeat. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. They wrap the blanket higher and rest together.
The mattress dips as they meet in the middle. A quiet rhythm arrives and feels inevitable. The headboard taps a soft beat and forgets to count. They let the pace ease, breathing in the same measure. They keep the last inch of closeness on purpose.
