Shadows from where the moonlight plays,
A canvas lay upon my bed; my heart's set ablaze.
Truly, there's art, and there's you.
Naked on my bed, a fine art—so soft and fair.
With each line and curve, an artist created a masterpiece.
With each passion's dance, our desire is released.
With every touch and brushstroke of love.
In our sacred space, we need not rush.
Whispering words as our pleasure grows,
Two souls entangled, in the sweetest pain,
Truly, there's art, and there's you, my love.
An art divine; the creator's best design.