The evening shade descends in velvet grace,
And perfumes heavy hang upon the air;
I drink the spirits from thy lovely face,
A storm of passion in a sea so fair.
Thy touch upon my skin a fever brings,
An unseen fire that kindles in the vein;
Thy breath, a melody that softly sings,
And binds my heart within a silken chain.
Here is the alchemy of souls entwined,
Where silence speaks what words can ne’er express;
In this sweet darkness, leaving time behind,
We faint beneath the weight of tenderness.
Let not the morning steal this sacred hour,
Nor break the spell that holds us in its sway;
For love has bloomed, a dark and midnight flower,
More radiant than the brazen light of day.
Drawing inspiration from the Romantic era, these verses explore the transcendent nature of physical affection. It suggests that true intimacy is a form of art, where two spirits merge to create a beauty far greater than the sum of their parts.
