I am the touch of velvet nights,
When moonbeams fall like silken sighs,
The taste of honey, sweet and wild Dancing slow on lovers cries.
I am the scent of roses deep,
Petals kissed by summer’s flame,
The sound of breath that stirs the dark,
Hearts aflutter, no two the same.
I am the sight of longing eyes,
Windows drawn to secret need,
A glance, a spark, a fevered chase,
Desire’s seed is freed.
I am the warmth of skin on skin,
An embrace that melts the air,
Each pulse, each quiver, each tremble felt,
Where souls entwine, stripped bare.
I am all senses bound in one,
A flame, a storm, a subtle plea,
In the art of touch and whispered touch,
I am the song of ecstasy.