It’s not the kiss that undoes me —
It’s the way your hands find mine
In quiet moments, without a word,
Like a secret only we define.
It’s not the touch that burns the skin,
But the way you pull me close and tight.
As if the world could fall apart,
But you’d still hold me through the night.
It’s in the way your whispers land,
Not loud — just soft against my ear.
Like every inch of who I am
Feels wanted… every flaw, every fear.
I don’t need a thousand promises,
Just this — your arms, your steady eyes.
A love that melts into my bones,
And lingers long after sunrise.

It’s the way your hands find mine
In quiet moments, without a word,
Like a secret only we define.
It’s not the touch that burns the skin,
But the way you pull me close and tight.
As if the world could fall apart,
But you’d still hold me through the night.
It’s in the way your whispers land,
Not loud — just soft against my ear.
Like every inch of who I am
Feels wanted… every flaw, every fear.
I don’t need a thousand promises,
Just this — your arms, your steady eyes.
A love that melts into my bones,
And lingers long after sunrise.
