In morning's light, a tender glow, Awakens warmth from night's shadow, Your skin, a canvas, soft and rare, Painted by moonbeams, slumber's care. Whispered dreams on zephyr's breeze, Trace upon curves that softly tease, Fingers weave through silken streams, Stirring embers, where passion beams. As dawn unfurls its golden hue, The world ignites with thoughts of you, In every breath, our fires burn, To love’s embrace, we shall return.