In the quiet hours of dawn’s embrace,
Her skin, a canvas of stories untold,
Soft whispers like a gentle breeze trace,
Every contour, a secret unfolds.

Fingers dance on a silken expanse,
Mapping dreams and hopes anew,
In this tender, timeless trance,
Her warmth flows like morning dew.

With every touch, a universe blooms,
In the space where silence sings,
Heartbeats echo in quiet rooms,
Bound by invisible, delicate strings.

Beneath the stars, in the moon’s soft glow,
Her essence lingers, pure and bright,
A gentle touch, a love to show,
In the depths of the tranquil night.