The Art of Snuggling

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In the quiet of the night, we find
A peace that doesn’t need a word,
Your touch, a whisper on my skin,
A language only hearts have heard.

No rush, no need to chase the day,
Just bodies close, in soft retreat,
The world outside, it fades away,
As we, entwined, find slow heartbeat.

Your warmth against me, so complete,
The way you breathe, the way you move,
A secret shared in every shift,
A bond that words can’t dare improve.

Oxytocin curls and calls,
As fingertips trace paths of trust,
A simple touch, a knowing glance,
A closeness neither one could rust.

In this embrace, the space between
Disappears, we’re all aligned,
A dance of bodies, slow and deep,
Where distance vanishes, and time unwinds.

No need to speak, we understand,
The comfort of your silent grace,
For every snuggle, every sigh,
We find our rhythm, find our place.

So let’s stay here, just you and I,
No promises, just now and here,
The art of snuggling, soft and true,
Where love and warmth are crystal clear.