In a house adorned with flickering candles and draped in silken shadows, our bodies find sanctuary in the hushed memories of the last night. Your fingertips trace the curves of my longing, my lips, neck, collarbone, igniting sparks that dance upon my skin like glorified petals. With each kiss, we taste the raw hunger of desire, deeply rooted in a ballet of yearning and surrender.

With time testing our patience and moonlight searching for our souls, our whispers...