The Playful Art of Intimacy

Love is not a soap opera—

though sometimes it feels like one

when you’re arguing over

who left the lights on,

and still ending the night

tangled in the same sheets.

Intimacy is the comedy and the poem,

the spark and the stillness.

It is laughter muffled by kisses,

the inside jokes whispered in the dark,

the unbuttoning of not just clothes,

but entire defenses.

It is the sacred meeting of skin and soul,

where a sigh becomes a prayer,

where touch translates

what words can never hold.

Love does not compete,

it conspires—

like two thieves stealing time,

like partners in a dance

who know the steps by heart.

It is the rose blooming without hurry,

the lily stretching without shame.

It is confidence that does not beg,

desire that does not demand,

a flame steady enough

to warm the whole room—

yet mischievous enough

to set your pulse on fire.

And isn’t it exquisite—

that true intimacy makes us laugh

just as much as it makes us moan?

That to be seen completely,

naked in body and spirit,

is both holy and hilarious—

a miracle dressed in humor and heat.

So stay firm in your glow, beloved.

Be playful, be open,

be the rose and the spark,

the poem and the punchline.

For when love is real,

it is always both—

divine and deliciously human.

-Sherley Delia

Founder, Healing Majestically Consultancy