The Furnace Gone
The sheets have gone cold on her side of the bed, cool as unearthed soil, and no matter how he burrows in, he can’t find the warmth only she brings.
Love & Intimacy
Love isn’t always grand gestures. Sometimes it lives in the quiet moments: a whisper before goodbye, rain tapping the window at dinner, the warmth that lingers on your skin long after someone’s gone. This is a collection of romantic poetry by Joshua Cintron, written for those who deserve to feel seen, cherished, and known. If someone in your life loves you like this, share these words with them.
Kisses Traveling Upon Your Hands
She gathers her purse and keys, unaware he’s watching, until she catches him and smiles wide as an ocean shore, her kisses traveling toward him on her way out the door.
A Dedicated Heart, a Trusting Mouth
Dedication. Commitment. Trust. Honesty. Held in open hands against the howling wind of temptation, because no challenge is too great for what they’ve built together.
Like Water Nourishes a Bed of Flowers
I love you. Do you hear it? Do you feel it? A love given the way water gives to flowers, asking nothing, offering everything, straight from the heart’s hand.
The Warmth of You Beside Me
Her head on his chest, the scent of her hair filling the room, the rhythm of his heartbeat rising and falling beneath her until sleep finally takes them both.
An Electrical Current of Ecstasy
One kiss and an electrical current runs through him, warming his hands, charging his heart, filling every quiet corner of his soul with sudden, undeniable life.
It Took a Lifetime to Find You
It took a lifetime to find her, and now his soul finally smiles. Lucky doesn’t cover it. He basks in a love he almost stopped believing could exist.
The Raincoat of Our Love’s Bond
Their love was never just the moment they met. It’s the hand-holding, the shared dinners, the quiet promise to weather any storm wrapped in each other’s raincoat.
A Lasting Moment
One moment with someone can stay with us for the rest of our lives. A saying about how the time we share with someone does not have to last forever to mean something.
You Are There, I Am Here
Miles apart, he closes his eyes and wonders if she’s thinking of him too. Torture lives in the quiet now, but her memory still finds him each night.