In the quiet of the dim-lit room,
Her silhouette dances with the moonlight.
Fingers trace the curves like a soft tune,
A delicate embrace in the gentle night.

Her skin, a canvas of warmth and grace,
Tells stories only silence can reveal.
Every line, a path to a sacred place,
Where whispers of love softly appeal.

The heartbeat echoes in silent time,
As hands explore the sacred terrain.
Each touch a verse, each sigh a rhyme,
In the quiet symphony of gentle rain.

Eyes closed, she feels the tender care,
A sanctuary found in the soft embrace.
In every breath, a moment rare,
As love paints dreams upon her face.