Demure in the Dark

Shadows in the night Softly takes its flight Quiet Still and light Secrets held so tight Whispers on the wind Gentle as a friend Feel the touch Pretend Truth in curves that bend Demure in the dark Echoes leave a mark Breathy Playful spark Hearts that never bark Eyes that softly gaze Lost in misty haze Subtle in the ways Night turns into days Silk against the skin All the world within Feel the pulse begin Love a delicate spin Demure in the dark Echoes leave a mark Breathy Playful spark Hearts that never bark