My Feet, Still Damp From the Workout, Caressed His Face with Touches

In the afternoon, between carefree laughter, we lost ourselves in each otherMy feet, still damp from the workout, caressed his face with touches that spoke what words could never sayFirm hands on each other's necks, in a subtle dance of surrender and dominance, strength and tendernessThere, to the quickened rhythm of our hearts, we dove deep into us