Laughter spills like candlelight,

easy, warm, unguarded.

Hands brush—not to claim,

but to invite.

Eyes meet across the room,

a silent language of may I?

and yes answered with a smile

that needs no translation.

We move in borrowed rhythms,

partners changing like verses,

each touch a choice,

each choice freely given.

There is no jealousy here—

only curiosity,

only the thrill of being seen

and seeing in return.

Desire becomes a circle,

passed gently, received gladly,

a dance where no one is taken—

only welcomed.

Tonight, we are many,

and somehow more ourselves

than ever before.