In the velvet cloak of night, where whispers dare to speak, A secret rendezvous beneath the moon's soft peek. Lost in the folds of shadows, where desires unchain, We dance in the language of the night, in a primal, silent ballet.
Whispers of skin against skin, in the darkness, they entwine, A symphony of senses, in the sultry, humid night, a prime. Lips meet in a fervor, a thirst unquenched, a divine, Exploration of territories, in the cover of the night, a climb.
In the secrecy of the night, where ecstasy takes its flight, We find in each other's arms, a release from the endless fight. A moment suspended, in the ecstasy of the night, a kite, We soar in the pleasure, in the romance of the night, a light.
By Vinnie Tham
Whispers of skin against skin, in the darkness, they entwine, A symphony of senses, in the sultry, humid night, a prime. Lips meet in a fervor, a thirst unquenched, a divine, Exploration of territories, in the cover of the night, a climb.
In the secrecy of the night, where ecstasy takes its flight, We find in each other's arms, a release from the endless fight. A moment suspended, in the ecstasy of the night, a kite, We soar in the pleasure, in the romance of the night, a light.
By Vinnie Tham
