In the velvet hush of twilight’s embrace,
A yearning heart beats a fervent race.
Eyes gaze upon the stars so bright,
Whispering secrets to the night.

Fingers trace the edge of dreams,
Where passion flows in endless streams.
A touch, a sigh, a gentle plea,
Wrapped in the thrill of what could be.

The scent of longing fills the air,
As shadows dance in tender care.
A flame ignites, a soul afire,
Consumed by the depths of pure desire.

Yet as the moon begins to fade,
And dawn approaches, unafraid.
The heart still whispers, “One more hour,”
To revel in this sweet desire’s power.