Beneath the moon’s seductive gleam,
Cheeks untouched, in a passionate dream.
Petals closed in night’s embrace,
A secret blush, a tender trace.

Innocence poised on the edge of desire,
A smoldering spark, an unlit fire.
No hand has roamed, no kiss has pressed,
Upon their surface, softly blessed.

A story lingers in their glow,
Of whispered lust they yearn to know.
In stillness, longing deeply peaks,
In the heat of untouched cheeks.