In shadows deep where moonlight gently sighs,
She moves with grace, a whisper in the night.
Her raven hair a silken dark disguise,
Her eyes, twin pools of endless, tempting light.

Her beauty, like a storm, both fierce and wild,
Draws me closer, lost in passion’s gleam.
Her touch, electric, leaves me undefiled,
As we, entwined, embrace the midnight’s dream.

Her kiss, a fire that sears my very soul,
In secret whispers, promises unfold.
In her dark gaze, I find my longing whole,
A love that burns with heat, intense and bold.

In her, I drown, in depths both sweet and vast,
A moment seized, eternity surpassed.


© Iris Autumn