"Grace me with your face?"
He says it like a lover tracing the outline of a secret.
There’s a hunger in his voice, quiet but undeniable,
as if her presence is the one thing that keeps him
from vanishing into the shadows of his own solitude.
He’s a man wrapped in mystery,
but in her, he finds his refuge.

She is the soft light
that slips through his fingers but never leaves.
He craves her, not just in passing moments,
but in every breath, every glance,
like a man thirsting...