In the quiet hush of twilight’s embrace,
where shadows waltz with whispered grace,
two souls converge, a cosmic dance,
in the temple of love, in a sacred trance
Eyes meet in the depths of night,
windows to worlds where spirits ignite,
a gaze that speaks; no words need be said,
in the silent exchange, old wounds are shed
The scent of jasmine, the breath of the breeze,
perfumes the air with ancient ease,
a fragrance that stirs the soul’s hidden fire,
awakening desires, both deep and higher
The touch of skin, a sacred rite,
where fingertips trace the lines of light,
a tender caress, a healing balm,
a lullaby is sung by the universe’s calm
The taste of love on lips is divine,
a nectar of gods, of earth, of time,
sweet and eternal, it lingers there,
a promise of healing, of love laid bare
The sound of breath, in the rhythmic tide,
a melody where the heart confides,
in every sigh, in every moan,
the echoes of a love that’s grown
Through the five senses, we find our way,
in the dance of tantra, night and day,
a sacred path where souls entwine,
healing through love, so pure, so fine
In this union, ancient and true,
we find the light in me and you,
divine love’s power, in every glance,
healing each other in this sacred dance—
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