In the quiet curve of twilight’s embrace,
Lips, a gentle brush of whispered grace,
Speak in silence, where words dare not tread,
A symphony of dreams softly fed.
Crimson petals of unspoken desire,
Ignite the heart with an ethereal fire,
Each touch, a promise woven in time,
A dance of souls, tender and sublime.
In the depth of night, secrets unfold,
Lips, the keepers of stories untold,
A canvas of emotion, raw and true,
Painting the world in shades of you.
Where shadows gather, and stars align,
Lips, a bridge to the divine,
In their silence, find solace and peace,
A timeless bond that will never cease.