“Velvet Sighs”

In candle’s hush and twilight’s bloom, Your breath a tremble in the room. Fingers trace like whispered flame, Each touch a spark, each sigh a name. Silk on skin, the slow undoing, Of guarded thoughts and midnight wooing. Lips like wine, they tease, they taste— A hunger sipped, then held, then chased. The moon leans close to watch us move, In rhythms born of lust and groove. No words are said—yet all is known— Two fires meeting, flesh and bone.