It’s so quiet. We’re barely moving, barely breathing, and still it’s enough. The connection, the desire, the love. Even in the confines of this room, in the unyielding walls of the silence we must maintain, in the moans of pleasure we must restrain, it’s enough. To send us over the edge. To catapult us into the stars, into a sky lit up by fireworks before we float down happily, landing on a pillow-soft cloud with more than enough space for our sated sighs and tangled limbs.
