Slow Hands, Deep Feelings

Lock the door, dim the lights,

Let the whole world disappear tonight.

No rush, no words, just breathe me in,

Let my hands tell you where we begin.

Lay back, let the tension fall,

Warm oil running, shadows on the wall.

My fingertips tracing shoulders slow,

Finding every place you never let show.

Down your back, moving with the beat,

Your breathing changes every time we meet.

You turn your head with that look in your eyes,

And suddenly this massage feels like fire.

Closer now, heartbeats loud,

No space left between us now.

Every touch saying what we don’t speak,

Your hands pull me in when your knees go weak.

Slow hands, deep feelings,

Skin on skin and the room starts spinning.

From a soft touch to something more,

Clothes on the floor by the bedroom door.

Hold me close, don’t break the vibe,

Let the night move at our speed tonight.

No need to hurry, let the moment win,

Started with a massage—now you’re pulling me in.

Kisses get longer, lights stay low,

Your fingers gripping when I move in close.

Whispers in my ear, saying don’t stop,

Temperature rising while the bassline drops.

I trace your silhouette, slow and controlled,

You give me that smile that says lose control.

But I take my time, make every second stay,

Like the whole damn night was made this way.

Candles burning, music fading,

Bodies talking, no explaining.

Your head on my chest, my hands on your waist,

Every second something we don’t wanna waste.

Soft at first, then passion takes flight,

Two hearts tangled in the middle of the night.

Slow hands, deep feelings,

Every little touch got a deeper meaning.

From your shoulders down to holding you tight,

Turning innocent tension into something tonight.

Keep me close till the morning comes in,

Let the sunrise find us wrapped up again.

No rush, no games, just you and me—

Started with a massage, ended in intimacy.