In the quiet hush of twilight’s embrace,
I trace the lines of your delicate grace,
Each curve and contour, a symphony in touch,
A silent serenade, that speaks so much.

Your skin, a canvas of stories untold,
Warmth and softness in every fold,
My fingertips dance in a gentle glide,
Feeling the pulse of life, where dreams reside.

Beneath the moon’s watchful, tender gaze,
I map the stars on your skin’s soft maze,
Every freckle a constellation, every sigh a breeze,
Our silent dialogue, a moment of eternal ease.

In the stillness, our worlds collide,
A touch that speaks, a bond implied,
Her body, a poem, written in flesh and soul,
A timeless touch, that makes me whole.