In the velvet folds of night, I yearn, For the tender places where passion's fires burn. Memories linger, intense and sweet, For her embrace where our desires meet. Whispers chase shadows upon the skin, Recalling moments of where we've been. Her depths were a haven, a blazing sun, Two bodies in rhythm, melding as one. Her scent on pillows, echoes in the room, Her touch a fever I am to assume. Though distance parts us, the fire remains, In dreams, I wander her sacred terrains. The pulse of longing sets me aflight, Drawn to her essence in the hush of night. In the solitude, my spirit entwines, With memories steeped in our secret signs.