In a realm where whispers weave and play,
There’s a dance of power, come what may.
A playful glance, a mischievous spark,
In the twilight's embrace, igniting the dark.
With laughter shining and warmth in the air,
A gentle reminder, a lover’s dare.
The sound of a swat, a playful cheer,
In this sacred space, there's nothing to fear.
Soft skin and soft laughter, a rhythm divine,
A moment of trust, where our spirits entwine.