In the quiet of the night, my soul does yearn,
For a touch, a whisper, a flame that burns.
Desire’s tender call, so soft, yet fierce,
Through shadows and dreams, it pierces.

Eyes that seek and hands that crave,
The passion that only true love gave.
Like a river flowing, endless and wild,
In the arms of fervor, we reconcile.

The dance of hearts under moonlit skies,
Unspoken words, in a lover’s eyes.
A fire ignites, consumes the night,
In passion’s embrace, we find our light.

With every breath, and every sigh,
Our souls entwined, reaching high.
Desire’s flame, forever bright,
In the tapestry of love, we write.