In the curve of the night, your shadow calls me, Your scent still dances in the passing wind. The moon watches—silent, queen—While my skin asks for you back. I waited for you with my lips, with fire in my eyes, And the road kept the sound of your footsteps. The world stopped at the moment of touch, Your body in mine... desire without bonds. The moon in the sky, naked accomplice, Kissed the road, tinged the heat. And between sighs, whispers, and laughter, I made you poetry, I made you love.