In the quiet whisper of the moon's embrace, I remember the dance, the intimate chase. Your laughter, a melody, so soft, profound, The way your warmth wrapped us, magic unbound. The gentle rise and fall, a tender sway, Your silhouette, poetry in motion's display. Moans like music, on my skin they stay, In that ardor, where night turned to day. I miss the arch of your back, a graceful bend, In those moments, time seemed to suspend. Your presence, a fire, in every gentle bounce, In our shared universe, passion would pounce. In longing's quiet, your echoes still play, Remembered thrills, in dreams they survey. While miles apart, know my heart confides, In longing for warmth, where our solace abides.