In the quiet room where shadows dance,
Her silken skin whispers secrets untold,
Each curve a story, each touch a chance,
To feel the warmth of a heart of gold.

Her body, a canvas of soft delight,
Painted with whispers of the night sky,
In gentle caresses, in the moonlight,
A silent promise that will never die.

Fingers trace paths on her delicate skin,
Mapping constellations of dreams and hope,
In every touch, a world begins,
In her embrace, I learn to cope.

Her presence, a symphony of gentle grace,
A melody that sings with every sigh,
In her touch, I find my place,
Beneath the canopy of a starlit sky.