miamor

Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
Two hearts entwine, they dance so slow.
Whispers drift like autumn leaves,
A love so deep, the soul believes.

Fingers trace a fleeting sigh,
Stars reflect in longing eyes.
Time dissolves in warm embrace,
Lost in love, in endless grace.

No words are needed, yet they speak,
A silent promise—strong
, yet meek.

"A Symphony of Her"

Her eyes—deep as the night, where my soul finds its home.
Her lips—soft poetry, whispering love with every touch.

Her hair—a cascade of silk, flowing like dreams in the wind.
Her cheeks—roses in bloom, blushing with secret desires.

Her neck—a path where my love longs to linger.
Her waist—the perfect curve, where my hands find their rhythm.

Her hips—a melody in motion, swaying like a love song only I can hear.
Her thighs—soft strength, holding the warmth of every stolen embrace.

Her legs—elegant poetry, walking straight into my heart.
Her soul—the masterpiece that makes her beauty eternal.