Whispers of Desire

In quiet night, a breath, a sigh,

A longing glance, a touch nearby.

Love’s language shifts, turns soft, unseen,

In moments deep, where souls convene.

The heart beats wild, a rhythmic hum,

A pulse where soft desires come.

The air grows thick, the world falls still,

In passion’s warmth, in shared will.

Fingers trace on paths unknown,

Exploring places love has grown.

Each touch a spark, each kiss a fire,

That feeds the flames of sweet desire.

Eyes lock in a silent plea,

In that gaze, all secrets free.

Two bodies meet, like waves collide,

In passion's pull, with nothing to hide.

A dance ensues, no words remain,

Only skin, and soul, and name.

In tender grasp, they rise, they fall,

Bound in love, they give their all.

Beyond mere flesh, beyond mere lust,

In sacred trust, in sacred trust.

A symphony of breaths and skin,

Erotic love, where hearts begin.

In morning light, a glow remains,

Of whispered nights and sweet refrains.

In love’s embrace, they’ve tasted fire,

And quenched, yet stirred, that deep desire.