LunaVoss

Beneath the stars, the world stands still, A quiet night, a gentle thrill. The winds that weave through restless trees, Bring whispered tales upon the breeze. In moonlit glow, the shadows dance, A fleeting glance, a ghostly chance. For in the dark, where secrets sleep, The soul’s most hidden dreams will keep.

Your touch is a slow flame, igniting along my skin like whispered promises in the dark. Each caress is a soft unraveling, a delicate pull of silken threads binding us closer. The room fades, shadows melt, and it’s only the pulse between us—steady, wild, drawing me deeper, where even silence trembles, aching to be heard.