In moonlit whispers soft and rare, Debbie lies with curly hair. Her eyes, a sea where warmth resides, A gaze in which my soul confides. A teasing dance beneath the night, A thong concealed, a thrilling sight. In her embrace, the world fades fast, Time bows to passions true and vast. Yet swiftness steals this fleeting bliss, A moment brief, a stolen kiss. But in her arms, entangled there, Is love beyond what seconds share.