In the stillness of twilight's embrace,
Where desires ignite and hearts entwine,
Whispers of passion find their space,
Where love's flames dance, forever divine.
*****
Oh, whispers of passion, soft and sweet,
They flutter like butterflies in the air,
A symphony of longing and heartbeats,
An intoxicating melody we share.
*****
In the hushed moments when souls align,
A language unspoken, but deeply felt,
Whispers of passion, like fireflies, shine,
Leaving trails of love where hearts once dwelt.
*****
With words unspoken, but understood,
Our souls converse in this secret place,
Through whispers of passion, our love's elude,
In the ethereal realm of love's embrace.
*****
Oh, let the whispers speak of desires,
Of ardor that smolders deep within,
Igniting flames that passion inspires,
A fervor that knows no bounds or sin.
*****
Through whispered promises and tender vows,
Two hearts dance to a rhythm untamed,
As passion's fire within us arouse,
Leaving embers of desire forever untamed.
*****
In the softest touch and lingering gaze,
The whispers of passion find their voice,
Two souls entwined in a passionate maze,
In love's embrace, they willingly rejoice.
Oh, whispers of passion, sublime and true,
*****
Weave your magic in the depths of our hearts,
With each murmur, love's flame is renewed,
As passion's symphony plays its gentle parts.
So, let us listen to the whispers of passion,
*****
As they dance upon the breeze's gentle sigh,
Guiding us to a world of sweet attraction,
Where love's flames soar, never to die.
In the whispers of passion, love's symphony,
*****
We find solace, surrendering to its art,
For in this realm of heartfelt intimacy,
We discover the depths of love's sweetest part.
Whispers of passion, let them resound,
*****
Through the chambers of our yearning souls,
In this dance of love, let our hearts be crowned,
With whispered passions that make us whole.
So, let the whispers carry us away,
****
In a dance of passion that knows no end,
Together, we'll embrace the love's display,
As whispers of passion forever ascend.
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