Your lips, a gentle curve of dawn,
Whisper secrets to the morning breeze,
Crimson petals soft and drawn,
In their dance, my heart they seize.

Sweet murmurs in the twilight’s glow,
A touch of silk, a kiss of dreams,
In the night, your whispers flow,
Like moonlight on gentle streams.

With every word, a tender trace,
Of love’s soft hymn, a sacred song,
Your lips, a haven, warm embrace,
Where my soul feels it belongs.

In the silence, in the night,
Your lips speak volumes, soft and true,
A symphony of pure delight,
In their touch, a love renews.