In the quiet of the night, I trace
The contours of her silhouette, grace
In every curve, a story untold,
A masterpiece in shadows bold.

Her skin, a canvas, warm and soft,
A silent symphony, gentle and aloft,
Each touch a note, a melody divine,
In every caress, our hearts entwine.

The warmth beneath my fingertips,
The way she breathes, her gentle hips,
A world within her, deep and vast,
In every moment, a memory to last.

Her body, a poem, written in flesh,
A timeless tale, forever fresh,
In every touch, a love so pure,
In her embrace, I find my cure.