In the madness of the moon's silver veil

In the madness of the moon's silver veil, We find peace in a silence that flows like ancient rivers. Stars dance in an ethereal, dazzling, and mysterious ballet, On your lips, I whisper softly, "I love you, " like a nighttime spell. I shall savor the charm of this endless nocturnal enchantment, Unearthing the hidden secrets in the radiance of your skin. I will cast my curse, immersed in the light of divine passion, And to my love, I will give a name, as shadows take form and gain momentum. In your presence, I am rarely tame, for with you, madness is sweet, Tonight, let your dreams soar, unbound by any vow. My gaze explores you, like a sunbeam in a winter landscape, As my hand descends, whispering tales where fantasy and reality meet. With bare shoulders and unbound locks, like stars falling from high heavens, Curses, innocence, and temptations weave into the fabric of the holy night. On your body, I decipher love stories that defy the limits of time, And under my quill, I carve your contours, like a divine sculpture molded in a dream. I will linger with my quill, delicate and clandestine like the breeze of autumn, First with burning passion, then more gently, like an angelic touch. Ignited by the endless fire of love, I erupt like a volcano of desire, Allow me, please, to kiss you where our hearts become one, in a pure union. In this sacred moment, where the threads of the night mysteriously bind us, We become the shimmering fabric of shadows, woven with desire and magic. For in this dance of whispers, where our hearts desperately seek, We discover the essence of being in the mystical silence of the verses we speak.