In the dimly lit corners of a hushed room,
Silhouettes intertwine, eschewing gloom,
Words unnecessary, as emotions loom,
Captivated by a mysterious perfume,
An unspoken love, a hidden heirloom.
The night whispers secrets, entwined in dreams,
Bathed in the gentle glow of moonbeams,
Pillows and sheets entangle in seams,
Recounting tales of muffled screams,
A tapestry of passion, so it seems.
Stars are the witnesses to this silent ballet,
The chase, the union, in shadows they lay,
All secrets unveiled, in night and day,
As verses immortalize, come what may,
A cosmic dance, in the moonlight's ray.
