Moonlit Strings

I did not summon you with spells, nor seek to bind the wind. I simply filled the night with roses, scented the steam with amber and myrrh, and waited for the song to find its own way home.

Do not come nearer than desire allows, for there is a sweetness that blooms only in restraint, a quiet tenderness reserved for those who arrive with reverence. Sit. Tell me of the roads that wearied you.

Moonlit strings, pulling me closer, a melody for the heart that still believes.

In your eyes I find the desert, in your touch a thousand nights, and in this moment - only you.

- Josephine Okujeni