In the silent night, desires whisper low,
Yearnings of the heart, where passions grow,
A flame ignites, unseen, unfelt, yet true,
In the depths of the soul, it finds its hue.

Eyes that meet, a spark that lights the way,
Unspoken words, where silent wishes stay,
The touch of dreams, the warmth of night’s embrace,
Desire woven in the fabric of space.

Heartbeats quicken, as longing fills the air,
Emotions raw, beyond what words declare,
A dance of souls, where passion finds its course,
In the realm of love, the primal force.

In the crimson dawn, where day meets night,
The fire of passion, burning ever bright,
With every breath, with every fleeting sigh,
Desire and passion, in the heart, they lie.