I want to read next to you.

The rustling of your book's page is the centre stage in tonight's silent performance. More intimate than skin-to-skin, you bare everything just by reading at my side.

The soothing silence wraps itself around me.

Sexier than a strip tease.

More comforting than a duvet on a frosty night.

Each wordless glance at you is filled with more love than I could ever express in sentences. My silent syllables carry a heavy load.

Your gentle breathing is a soundless serenade. Your eyes quiver over the page. If I could live in a moment forever, yes, this would be it.

Our comfortable silence.