In the quiet dance of moonlit night, Your hands, soft whispers, take their flight. A gentle graze, they find their place, Your taste, a promise, time can't erase. Within my core, your essence thrives, A rhythm builds, where passion dives. Kisses trail, a soothing quest, Upon the curve of longing breast. Fingers trace a sacred map, Every touch a thunderclap. In this embrace, we lose the day, Two souls entwined, where shadows play.