In the quiet of the night, desire stirs,
A gentle whisper beneath the stars.
It echoes softly in the wind’s embrace,
A longing dance, a timeless chase.

The heart, a vessel of untold dreams,
Cradles wishes in its tender seams.
A spark ignites, a flame so bright,
Guided by hope through the endless night.

Eyes closed, visions come alive,
In the realm where fantasies thrive.
Desire paints with colors bold,
Stories of love and tales untold.

Yet in the dawn’s first gentle light,
Desire fades, retreating from sight.
But in its wake, it leaves a trace,
A silent promise, a warm embrace.