Upon the curve of twilight’s grace,Her lips, a whisper, soft embrace,In silent moments, dreams unfold,A tale of love, so gently told.
Beneath the moon’s enchanting gleam,Her crimson lips, a lover’s dream,Each word they speak, a tender kiss,In endless night, a boundless bliss.
Their touch, a flame that softly burns,With every breath, my heart it yearns,For lips that speak in silken sighs,A love that never truly dies.
In starlit skies, our fates entwine,Her lips, forever, part of mine,A symphony of whispered love,Beneath the heavens up above.