In the shadows where desires entwine,
A whisper of passion lingers, bold yet shy.
Eyes meet in a silent vow,
Craving the touch that words deny.
The moonlight dances on bare skin,
A gentle pull of untamed need.
Hearts beat to the rhythm of sin,
Lost in the night where secrets feed.
Fingers trace the map of longing,
Exploring depths of hidden fire.
Each moment a symphony, a song,
Echoes of an unquenched desire.
Yet morning steals the nightâs embrace,
A fleeting dream of what was missed.
In the light, the shadows chase,
Leaving behind the ghost of a kiss.