In the quiet of the night, the stars softly gleam,
Their light a gentle touch on her skin, a tender dream.
The moon’s glow dances, weaving through the air,
Caressing her with whispers, a celestial affair.

The cool breeze sings, a melody of the night,
Tracing her silhouette, in the soft moonlight.
Each touch, a promise, of the dawn to come,
A gentle embrace, where silence is never numb.

Her skin, a canvas, kissed by the evening’s grace,
Every breath a brushstroke, a warm, tender place.
In the stillness, the world fades away,
Leaving only the touch of night, where dreams sway.

The universe hums, in harmony with her soul,
Each touch an echo, making her whole.
In the embrace of night, time gently slips,
As she feels the world through the softest fingertips.