The Quiet Dance

by James Erickson

In the stillness of the room,
two hearts find their rhythm,
a pulse that rises like the tide,
steady and unspoken.

Their bodies draw closer,
the air thick with the warmth of skin,
a quiet heat that rises between them,
like the soft hum of a summer evening.

Hands move, not in haste,
but with the grace of a question,
fingers tracing the contours of each other,
mapping the softness of a collarbone,
the curve of a jaw,
the tender edge of a neck.

Each touch is an invitation,
an exploration,
as though their skin is a foreign landscape,
familiar yet unknown.

Their eyes meet,
and in that gaze, the world outside fades,
leaving only the weight of what passes between them.

It is not an ask for permission,
but a quiet understanding,
a silent agreement that lingers,
like the soft sigh of a breeze before it turns into wind.

A breath held,
then released.
Doubt comes,
but only briefly—
a shadow that is swallowed by trust,
the steady beat of their hearts a silent affirmation
that this moment is theirs.

Fingers glide over the smooth terrain of 
skin,
leaving trails of warmth,
as though each fingertip writes its own story
on the surface of the other’s body.

The air around them thickens,
not with words, but with the quiet hum of shared breath,
the sound of skin brushing skin,
of hearts beating faster,
then slower,
a rhythm both urgent and patient.

There is no rush.
They move like water,
flowing into each other,
slipping in and out of spaces,
where touch lingers just long enough to leave an imprint.
Each movement, a conversation;
each pause, a deeper understanding.

This is not an act,
but an intimate exchange,
a slow unfolding,
where each touch is a promise,
each breath a bond sealed without words.
Their bodies speak in ways their mouths cannot,
communicating what is felt in the depths of their beings,
an unspoken language of need and care.

Two men,
together in the quiet space where nothing else matters,
where there are no barriers,
no distance between them—
only the truth of being seen,
of surrendering,
of becoming whole together,
in the delicate, trusting dance of intimacy.

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