As the sun sets and the stars come alive,
A symphony of lust begins to thrive.
The air is heavy with passion’s scent,
As bodies entwine in this heavenly ascent.
Desires ignite in a rhythm so pure,
As moans and whispers fill the obscure.
Beneath the moon’s luminous light,
Passion takes control in the night.
The sounds of pleasure crescendo high,
As the melody of lust never dies.
Bodies move in a symphony of sensation,
Lost in the moment, with no hesitation.