In dreams, the night unveils its need, As shadows merge where boundaries blend, Desire's flame on whispered feed, In passion's surge, two spirits mend. The echo of her silken guise, A dance where bodies intertwine, Her memory beneath closed eyes, A gentle ache that knows no line. Where every touch, once searing heat, Now lingers soft, a phantom's brush, In silent rooms where heartbeats meet, Longing speaks in tender hush. In shadows cast by yearning's slow burn, He seeks the solace of her return.