Whispers of Seduction

Entwined in Silence’s Embrace

Photo by Dương Trần Quốc on Unsplash

In whispers soft, the silence weaves, A tapestry of passion beneath eaves. In absence blooms a sultry grace, Where desire finds its hidden place.

No songbirds’ trill, no rustling leaves, Just quiet allure, the soul perceives. In this hush, whispers rise, Echoes of longing beneath dark skies.

Though songbirds’ songs may softly fade, Their absence sparks a flame, unswayed. For in the silence, we find our way, In passion’s embrace, we long to stay.

So let the silence reign supreme, In whispers soft, a lover’s dream. For in the absence of sound’s sweet call, Seductive silence enraptures all.