Her hair, a shimmer, soft and wild,
Untamed and pure, a siren’s child,
Each strand a plea, each glance a vow,
To love, to feel, to claim her now.

Her garment clings with whispered heat,
A lover’s touch, both bold and sweet,
It leaves a space I yearn to find,
A hollow deep within her mind.

Her bosom heaves, a tempest’s rise,
A rhythm soft beneath dark skies,
Each breath a dance of hope and fear,
Her longing calls, yet I am here.