Whispers of Passion

Zephyr light as a feather's touch,
Caress the lone wanderer's soul as such.
In the meadow's soft embrace they lay,
Bodies entwined at break of day.

Passion's heat, a fervent blaze,
Ignites their souls in wild craze.
Whispers echo, desires ignite,
Underneath the stars' soft light.

Lips meet in a fervent, hungry kiss,
A dance of tongues, pure bliss.
Hands roam freely, exploring deep,
Secrets whispered, promises they keep.

Nipples harden, breasts heave and swell,
As desire's flame begins to swell.
Hips sway, bodies grind and knead,
Lost in the ecstasy they heed.

Moans escape, no words can tell,
The depth of passion in this spell.
Time dissolves in their embrace,
Two souls bound in love's sweet grace.

Whispers linger, soft and true,
In the meadow, under skies of blue.
But as the night gives way to dawn,
They know their love will never be withdrawn.