In the hush between moonlight and breath,
Where shadows bloom like petals on skin,
She came to me with a whisper,
A storm held gentle in her fingertips!

Her touch, a map I learned slowly,
Each curve a secret written in sighs,
We tangled like ivy on summer walls,
Drinking each other in,
Like wine that forgets the cup!

Eyes half-lidded, lips parting stories,
We spoke the oldest language,
Not in words, but in the press of thighs,
The arc of spine,
The swell of heat beneath our hips!

Her hands sang psalms across my back,
Each note a prayer to pleasure,
I melted like wax under the weight of her gaze,
Glowing and dripping into her name!

Time unravelled around us,
No beginning and no end,
Only the hush of skin to skin,
Heart so thunderous, fully turned on!