The night began
    like we'd planned—
    drinks, laughter,
    thirst finally quenched,

    a welcome storm of passion.

But then—
    two words,
    softly spoken:

    "Wanna sleep?"

Not a question,
    but an invitation,
    to something quieter,

    something sweeter than all that came before.

I thought passion was loud,
    something fierce,
    something restless—

    but here, in her quiet breath, I found something deeper.

And there—
    in the silence,
    in the gentle dark,

    in the way our bodies found each other effortlessly—

I discovered…
             my new favorite thing.

We fit perfectly,
   like shapes designed
   for just this moment—

   a yin,
   a yang,

   two puzzle pieces falling into place.

And though sleep was the word she used,

   what she really said was:

   "Stay close,
       hold me,
       be here."

And I did.

And it was everything.