Wayne Orr

In twilight’s glow, she softly glides,
An angel wrapped in silken tides,
With eyes like stars, a sultry spark,
She dances in the velvet dark.

Her laughter’s like a whispered breeze,
A melody that brings me to my knees,
With every step, the heavens sigh,
A beauty that makes the night comply.

Her skin, a canvas kissed by light,
Invites the shadows, ignites the night,
I dream of holding her so near,
To taste the sweetness, feel no fear.

In secret gardens, where wishes bloom,
I yearn for her in the quiet gloom,
To trace the curves, to lose my way,
In the embrace where desires play.

Oh, angel, with your sultry grace,
In every heartbeat, I seek your face,
A fleeting touch, a stolen glance,
In the realm of dreams, we find our dance.

So let the night weave its tender spell,
In the depths of longing, where silence dwells,
For in this moment, let us be,
Two souls entwined, wild and free.