"Tenderly, our fingertips trace,
Traching tails on skin's soft lace.
Timidly, emotions take flight,
Touched by the warmth of the night.

Twilight whispers, a silent plea,
Togetherness, our sanctuary.
Trust in every subtle caress,
Turning moments into tenderness.

Time slows in this tactile trance,
Two hearts, entwined in sweet romance."
© Ezra Briscoe