Penumbras

The night got lost in your hair
The Moon clung to your skin
And the sea felt jealous
Wanting to be in your eyes
As well

Your mouth, sensual, dangerous
Your hands, sweetness personified
Your breath, a slow burning fire
That ignites my desires
And my heart

Tenderness that’s pure and unhurried
Caresses that love provides
Whims spoken slowly
In the shadows
Of a gentle interior

I love you and nothing else matters
Life has dictated it this way
If you want, I’ll give you the world
But don’t ask me not to love you like this
Not to love you like this
Not to love you like this