In shadows soft, where secrets lie,

Two hearts convene beneath the sky.

A gentle breath, a silent plea,

A dance of souls, wild and free.

Flesh meets flesh in tender grace,

A sacred time, a warm embrace.

The rhythm beats in sync, in tune,

Beneath the glow of silver moon.

Eyes converse without a word,

In every touch, a voice is heard.

Passion’s fire, both fierce and kind,

Unites what time and space unwind.

In this moment, pure and deep,

Vows are made, and spirits leap.

A symphony of love’s design,

A sacred art, divine, entwined.