In the silence of the night, where shadows play,
I trace the lines of her body, a sacred rite,
Each curve a testament to the artist’s hand,
A masterpiece of flesh and soul, pure delight.

Her skin, a canvas kissed by moonlight’s glow,
Whispers secrets of ancient tales untold,
With every touch, a story unfolds,
A symphony of love, in whispers bold.

The warmth of her breath, a gentle breeze,
Caresses my soul, puts my heart at ease,
In the stillness, our spirits intertwine,
A dance of dreams, in the sands of time.

As dawn breaks, the world awakens anew,
But in my arms, eternity feels true,
A whisper of infinity, in her embrace,
Touching her body, we find our sacred place.