In the twilights tender embrace, our love blossoms,
Whispering secrets and untold tales it becomes.
I see the moonlight shimmer, in your eyes
A world within where hidden truths arise.
Your laughter is an soothing rhyme,
Joy resonating through the test of time.
Under the night sky our dreams intertwine,
Promises of stars and radiant light align.
Your touch, like a breeze on my skin
Ignites passions that forever spin.
With each heartbeat, our souls entwine,
A love story, written by design.
In your arms I discover my sanctuarys grace,
A refuge where loves flame will never erase.
For, in these verses spoken from my hearts core
You are my beloved; your caresses I adore.
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Isabel Martinez
A passionate writer, experimenting with genres and forms, inspires imagination and originality. Expands traditional storytelling, bringing fresh viewpoints and creating engaging narratives.
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By Jenifer Nim7 days ago in Wander
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excellent almost mystical words