In the quiet moments, beneath the silver moon,
Where whispers of the evening softly croon,
Your gentle touch, a feather's ease,
Brings comfort like the summer breeze.

A brush of fingers, a spark of light,
In shadows deep, you make things bright.
With every caress, a story unfolds,
In your embrace, the world feels bold.

The softness lingers, like a lover’s sigh,
In the cradle of your warmth,
I find my sky.
Your hands, a map of tender grace, Charting paths through time and space.

Each fingertip, a delicate thread,
Weaving dreams where angels tread.
You trace the lines upon my skin,
Like a painter with a heart, where love begins.

The world outside may storm and rage, But in your touch, I turn the page,
To chapters filled with whispered bliss, In...