In the silence of the moonlit room,
Hearts beat in a synchronized tune,
Fingers trace tales on skin’s bloom,
As two become one, beneath the silver moon.

Whispers soft like a gentle breeze,
Caressing words that hearts seize,
A dance of shadows, an intimate tease,
In the stillness, love’s essence frees.

Eyes locked in a tender embrace,
The world fades, leaving just this place,
Where time halts, and stars trace,
The sacred rhythm of love’s grace.

In the aftermath, serenity’s glow,
Wrapped in warmth, hearts overflow,
A moment’s eternity, in love’s flow,
Where whispers of the night softly grow.