In moonlit silence, shadows softly play,
Upon her skin, where gentle whispers lay.
A tender touch, like summer’s warm embrace,
In every curve, a story time can’t erase.

Her body speaks in silent, graceful lines,
A language known to hearts and ancient signs.
The warmth of hands, a dance in rhythmic tune,
In every breath, a melody of June.

Fingers trace the pathways of her soul,
In tender moments, finding what makes whole.
A tapestry of dreams, in gentle waves,
Her essence captured, where the heart behaves.

In twilight’s glow, the world fades far away,
With every touch, the night becomes the day.
A symphony of love, in every sigh,
Her body tells the truths that never lie.