The next in line caresses you with care,
Leans close, his breath a whisper soft and warm,
In twilight's glow, his words a gentle pray,
A heartfelt tune that shields you from all storm.

With fingers tracing paths on skin so light,
He speaks of dreams where only love can tread,
In every note, a hint of sweet delight,
As hope awakens, blooms where once was dread.

Embrace your heart, let tender feelings rise,
For in his gaze, a spark ignites the night,
Love sprouts anew beneath the starlit skies,
In quiet moments, two souls fit just right.

So heed those whispers, let your spirit soar,
In love's sweet dance, together we explore.

Tomaž Jevšenak