Beneath the silver moon’s gentle gaze,
Hearts ignite in a fervent blaze,
Whispered dreams in the night air,
A longing beyond compare.

In the quiet of the starlit night,
Emotions dance, pure and bright,
Yearning’s touch, a tender caress,
In the soul, desire finds its rest.

Through shadows deep, a burning need,
Like flowers yearning for the sun’s seed,
Passion’s call, both fierce and sweet,
In desire’s realm, hearts fiercely beat.

As dawn approaches, soft and slow,
The embers of longing gently glow,
Within each breath, a silent plea,
To fulfill the dreams that set us free.