In the depth of night, his gaze finds mine,
Eyes unseen, yet they speak in whispers profound,
His love, a clandestine embrace in the darkness,
Caressing my soul, baring it to the shadows' sound.

Silhouettes dance, his presence, a veiled allure,
Unseen, yet felt in every heartbeat's pause,
He watches, a silent sentinel in the obsidian,
Unveiling mysteries, caressing flaws.

In this void, his love finds its canvas,
Painting murals of devotion on the cloak of night,
Each brushstroke, a tender touch in the dimness,
Echoing whispers of love, ever so slight.

In shadows, his essence becomes my guide,
Navigating the unknown with whispered sighs,
His love, a beacon in this nocturnal symphony,
Illuminating the depths where darkness lies.
© jaylinestarr